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what are you up to tonight??? me??? oh i'm crying my eyes out about Willie Mays, the Catch, and the history of baseball
#guys im not even drunk tonight#but i am SOBBING about sports moments#willie mays#rest in power#black excellence#the catch#baseball
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ill prolly talk abt this another day bc its 3 am rn but yesterday this friend yknow the one ive known for 18 years told me angelus (fucing REMEMBER angelus) from the da p&f fandom back in the days actually genuinely worked in the last episode of p&f which is why its like that and im flabbergasted, i dont know if i believe her or not but also if its real what the fuck
#'you didnt know???' HOW WOULD I KNOW THAT..... I LEFT DA IN 2012... I NEVER FINISHED P&F...#GOD WHY WOULD THEY LET HER HAVE THAT KIND OF POWER...... SHE WAS ALREADY DRUNK ON IT TEN YEARS AGO#tani's personal shit#JEEZ#do you know what im talking about? DO YOU GUYS EVEN KNOW ANGELUS AND THAT WHOLE FIASCO?
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give a laurel crown and fifty thousand dollars to the inventor of paracetamol right now
#my head doesn't hurt! i love you two guys credited for creation of paracetamol#you know the shit is powerful when it treats âacute mild migraineâ#yeah im reading a wikipeadia page for paracetamol that's how much my head doesn't hurt i love it here#daneil.txt#danya drunk and watching saw#< retiring the tag again
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#girl i have so many teshes thoughts its INSANE#me starting with haha actually this ship has no basis i just want to Put Tesilid Through It#but over the past few months of brainrotting their dynamic is now like.#what if we were doomed from the start and there was never anything either of us could do to save the other#(not even talking about the regression but rather the stigma bearer thing and how they have no social power)#(but also the regression thing)#what if we loved each other throughout all the lifetimes but there could never be a happy ending. tragedy dogs our footsteps#what if we were 'guy who has a good head on his shoulders and recognises our low social positions and looks out for his friends in similar#predicaments' x 'guy who is way too giving and this is bad bc the world is out to get him and he loves ppl too much to care about#the danger to himself'#what if we were 'guy who is way too giving' x 'guy who wants to protect him but Cant'#doomed ships.....#swings hestio around i like you SO much. i need to put you under a microscope and in a fish tank#(statements that should not ever be viewed by people outside of tumblr)#some of my fic outlines has notes that are like 'wow if they had the transmigrators privilege this wouldnt even have been a problem'#and im suddenly very appreciative of canon#god bless canon tesilid may you be happy. not my fanfic tesilid though im making him miserable#anyway. the more i think about it the more interesting hestio's internal conflict could be#it's about being so acutely aware of how shit their lives already are that he knows having a r/s that is frowned upon would just#make things worse#also i am very much hooked by the fact that like. nowadays i keep seeing ship posts about 'killing myself in front of you to change the#trajectory of your life forever'#for teshes its the opposite. hestio is desperately trying to make sure tesilid doesnt off himself#and also its not hestio dying that changes the trajectory of tesilid's life forever it's hestio confessing#and somehow this inflicts more pain on tesilid in the long run#which is extremely funny bc for all the notes that ive written abt teshes hestio has only confessed like umm. checks notes. 3 times#1. drunk (tesilid is not in the room) 2. the world is ending#like if hestio had managed to take this to the grave like he had originally planned then this could have been avoided#but the tragedy is that tesilid lives thru this multiple times so at least ONE time hestio's going to blab and that forever changes things#crying in fic writing being stupidly hard
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so. um. đđ
hi guysies.
Ig I should just say like. Hi
I haven't been posting here as much cause. Idk. Might be depression? I keep thinking its cause I've been so busy, which also wouldn't be not untrue, but these past, like, 3 weeks I think so far? I've had some free time but I haven't cause. I dunno, then again, I haven't been doing too much in general? I gues, besides very mandatory things, hell I've even been lacking in my regular skyrim hours of playing.
That, and as said, I get super melancholic when I remember just how sad and bittersweet it is that t0h is. Actually legit over. The show and experience, that is.
Oh all that and also becuz my headphones broke! Fuck! That's like number 2 in my bare necessities for when I post, do almost anything really! It's seriously been painful this past month going without headphones holy shit. Dude I've been scratching at the bit for some relief for headphones, I NEED music legitimately. Even right now, as I'm typing this on my phone, my music is on low levels.
But yerp. Its been. Rough. Really rough. I really do appreciate yall, everyone of yall. Have a sweet week everyone, âïž!
#the butts chronicles#ogh but yea. been rough.#as said I have no idea if we'll keep this house cause man shits been fucked#uhhhh. lets see. recently my sister got into a fairly nasty argument with her husband since they were both drunk and hes a bit of a. hm#quick to being mad guy? I spose? but yea they made up and he actually apologized to me and my family for that so. its okay?#OH YEA FUCK LOL a few weeks ago fuckin tecksas got hit nasty with a hurricane and GUYS. I FREAKED OUT SO BAD LOL#cuz there was hail with the rain but since. I dont think we even ever experienced hail here I was scared that my ceiling roof broke again#and that it was the rain leaking to my room ceiling and was about to burst my ceiling so I legit started hyperventilating and panicking#with like. short and heavy breathing and almost crying badly until I went to look outside and saw hail and only slightly calmed down#oh but yea it was nasty lol. then the next day almost the entire block lost power and apparently sparks were happening cause fallen trees#uhhh. lets see. hmmm. OH OH RIGHT DAMN I FORGOT WE GOT A PUPPY LOL#we've gotten a lil pup all the way back from dec? iirc and she is now older and a shit lol shes in her teething phase and whatnot#still p cute tho and very puppyish. oh yea also during dec our power went out and ogh man dec was so freezing literally.#almost as bad as the one from. uhhh I cant remember the exact year but I remember it being within these past 4 years at least cause I read#a t0h fic during it lol. oh yea speaking of. we also changed our light company and damn. its been not bad so far! we had to pay up to 300#in our old company and now we dont even get to 200 so far! hope Im not jinxing it! hmm oh did I already say before that I had to get a new#phone? cause I did and I did not enjoy it lol. had it for a while and now and its arguably worse cause no damn headphone plug-in#I think I did mention this but in case. I did finish counseling. well more accurately they required payments again since things and whatnot.#I think? I mentioned the stuff I got for my bday and chmisas. I got mostly neat stuff. I guess. one of them has still yet to arrive lol#uhhhh. hrm. I did get Mr. Martinet's autograph as a present! hrmmm#my other sister got another surgery a while back and its been relatively the same since. hmm. my only other living grandparent passed away#me and my ex got into a. not great argument cause mistakes and whatnot. raccoons in the attic thats hopefully taken care of for now#aaaaand the plushes I ordered a damn near year ago have been technically canceled cause of unfortunate circumstances for the creator#who just kinda. posts things now lol ig.#but yea. lots. holy shit guys. lots has happened. fuck man. I think Ive been way more tired than I thought.#not to mention the past weeks of just. reflecting. man#uhhh#long post#LOL i gues#but yerp.
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#either it's gonna be the wake up call i needed to get my head out of the sand work on myself and try my hand at og fiction#or im gonna get into like spn#either way remind me not to get into a rp fandom again#bro is the same age as i am im just... idk both furious and tragically unsurprised#bc of course a guy in a position of power and influence is gonna abuse it#and use it to take advantage of other ppl especially young women#even if he was drunk he should have known better#discourse#>> never even thought id be using that tag ever again#anyway... gonna go through my trees tag now
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ain't no love in oklahoma // op81 smau
description: twisters actress!reader x op81 but lando is convinced oscar is lying (from request)
a/n: sorry for being completely inactive. life happened and it didn't happen in a good way! i have a huge exam coming up soon so i will most likely still be inactive besides maybe a few short things here and there. anyways first oscar fic so enjoy! all pics found on pinterest, i don't own any
a/n pt2: might do something fun for each day in october but im not sure what so send me some ideas. also might do some more headcannons/blurbs soon here!
requests: closed but feel free to send me some messages since i love talking to you guys
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youruser: go see twisters!! if you donât, you suck and you better hope you donât get stuck in a tornado because thereâs useful information in our movie
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oscarpiastri: proud of you!!
âł youruser: đ§Ą
glenpowell: caption is so real of you
user1: doesnât yn have a boyfriend? why is she so close to glen?
âł user2: yes but probably because thereâs limited space. yn isnât like that
âł oscarpiastri: exactly what user2 said
landonorris: cute!
âł user3: what are you doing here??
âł user4: lando in the comments?
user5: such a good movie
user6: yn + glen = power duo
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oscarpiastri: proud boyfriend award goes to me đ thx for all the bts selfies
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landonorris: i just laughed out loud
landonorris: âboyfriendâ lmaooo
âł user7: i cant tell if heâs joking or serious
user8: cutest couple ever
glenpowell: aww so glad you remembered the time you took me to the aquarium, what a romantic!
âł youruser: get your own boyfriend capybara
âł user9: yn CLOCKED him
// landoâs phone//
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landonorris: POLE BABYYYY!!! everyone ignore my teammates instagram posts, i have told him to stop. i think he took a hit to the head or something
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oscarpiastri: do you want to go to the farm or not?
âł landonorris: you already said i could go so no take backs
âł user10: lando is going to yn's farm??
âł user11: LANDO'S MEETING YN?!
âł user12: oh i know he's going to fangirl so hard
user13: get me someone who looks at me the way oscar looks at lando
âł user14: are we sure that they aren't the ones dating?
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youruser: back home finally! pic 1: yeehaw. pic 2: my cat cora had her babies!!! pic 3: dinner date :)
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user15: CORA HAD HER KITTIES
âł youruser: i am officially a grandma. i feel the gray hairs coming in now
user16: oscar and yn are endgame
oscarpiastri: the best company
âł landonorris: STOP, idk how you got her in on this joke either
âł user16: i can't tell if lando knows they are actually dating and is joking or if he truly does not believe oscar
user17: boyfriend is back on the feed!
âł user18: farmer yn is back on the feed!
glenpowell: miss you lady
âł youruser: you miss my animals more
âł glenpowell: and what about it.
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landonorris: OMG HE WASN'T LYING i got to feed so many animals, got to channel my inner cowboy, AND get drunk with the yn? i can die a happy man
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oscarpiastri: believe me now?
âł landonorris: never doubted you
âł user19: lando seriously didn't believe oscar lol
âł user20: i fully thought he was joking the entire time
user21: how hard did you fangirl to meet yn, lando?
âł landonorris: surprised i didn't pass out honestly. i facetimed GLEN POWELL
youruser: so glad you had a fun time!!
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oscarpiastri: everyone clear that this is my girlfriend?
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user22: sassy oscar
âł user23: channeling his inner lando
landonorris: yes sir đ«Ą
âł oscarpiastri: stop being weird ?
youruser: MY MANNNNN
âł user24: oh she's in deep
user25: there is one thing oscar doesn't play about in life: yn
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youruser: didn't even know there was confusion that this was my boyfriend lol
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landonorris: how was i meant to know?!
âł user26: literally how everyone else knew, instagram.
glenpowell: yn stop posting pics of me and my boyfriend and acting like he's yours
âł youruser: i dont like this joke.
âł oscarpiastri: bromance or whatever
âł user27: they're in a throuple
âł youruser: ew
âł glenpowell: disgusting
âł oscarpiastri: huhhh
user28: couple goals forever and ever
user29: if they don't get married... love isn't real
#oscar piastri#op81#oscar piastri smau#smau#formula one#formula 1#f1#formual one smau#formula 1 smau#f1 smau#oscar piastri x reader#op81 smau#oscar piastri fanfic#lando norris#oscar piastri imagine#op81 fanfic#op81 imagine#f1 blurb#fanfic#lando norris smau#mclaren#daisy edgar jones#twisters
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Feyd Fantasy 3
Kill or Be Killed
Label Mature 18+
Summary
Feyd Rautha Harkonnen is being eyed by the Emperor to replace the current Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. After proving his worth in the gladiatorial arena it shows the Baron just how much the people of Giedi Prime adore Feyd Rautha.
The Baron knows his time is coming to an end when the Emperors right hand Count Fenring comes to observe Feyd in action.
The only thing the Baron feels will cripple Feyds greatness, is you his defiant new Baroness. You soften Feyds resolve and lower his brutality one kind word and gesture at a time. You encourage his free will as a natural born leader against his tyrannical uncle.
When the Baron takes drastic measure and separates Feyd from his beloved Baroness he sealed his fate. The Baron assumed the infatuation would end with time apart and an unending supply of pleasure slaves. He miscalculated poorly and now Feyd is coming to collect his Baroness and exact revenge on his tormenting uncle.
Starts blood /fights/ politics Ends hot dark romance smut đ«
â ïžHard Core Smutâ ïž
Public edgingâą fingering under a tableâącoercionâą light fem dom âąrestraint kinkâącock ringsâąsize kinkâąFeyd in heatâąSub Feydâąpain kinkâąnipple clamps âąsexual stimulantâą oral sex on Feydâąoral from Feydâą Feyd masturbatingâą Feyd ejaculateâąsemi public sex in a poolâą rough sex âąspankingsâąorgasms âącreampies
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âïž Feyd Fantasy Series âïž
Part 1âąPart 2âąPart 3âąPart 4âąPart 5âąPart 6âąPart 7
âłExtreme Dune Inaccuraciesâïž Based on events from Dune part 2 film+ novel:Feyd story line change đNot for my softies đ Skip to Cat Daddy âĄïž
I thought this would be done in 48 hrs⊠until I started writing the first fight scene of my life đ„Ž Iâm also so appreciative Iâm entertaining you đđŒđ im working my a** off love you guys.
âïž Multiple requests combined âïž -Semi public fingering -Feyd Immediate need for gratification in public. -Feyd in heat -Even more graphic s*x⊠-Feyd very rough but reader needs it. -Sub Feyd (restrained and dominated). -Feyd kneeling to earn s*x. -Feyd pxssy drunk for the baroness -Sex in a âDune styleâ pool? -Feyd obsessed with Baroness to his own detriment. -Feyd giving an unhealthy amount of spankings *blushing from these âșïž thank you for the requests
Kill or Be Killed
It is the morning of the Gladiatorial Fights on Geidi Prime. The war like sound of horns and drums resound the capitol. Every pillar and building is hung with banners reading: âThe 100th Kill of Na Baron Feyd Rautha on the Celebration of his Nativityâ. It has been made into a global holiday, the people of the planet flock to the event.
The triangular arena is so large it can be seen from space. The black stadium is in the center of the capital of Giedi Prime. It is an architectural marvel thirty stories high. The hundreds of thousands cheering in the audience can be heard for miles.
All the great houses are in attendance. Dozens of high end viewing rooms and balconies are filled with several hundred interplanetary leaders and dignitaries. The rest of the stadium is filled to the brim with the populous of Geidi Prime.
All in attendance pay homage to the birthday of the Barons nephew Na Baron Feyd Rautha. After the fall of House Atreides the Harkonnens have become the most powerful family dynasty. They amass the most wealth and the farthest reaching army in the galaxy. The other houses bow to their will.
The Barons viewing room is the highest and most luxurious in the arena. It is a twenty story tower that connects to the stadium floor. There is a an elevation room to quickly ascend and descend him for the momentous occasion.
The Barons is beaming on this day as he speaks to dignitaryâs just outside of his luxury viewing section. He is seated in his hover chair not needing to move a muscle, just sit back and bask in the glory his nephews display of power this day.
He is interrupted by his Lord in Waiting who informs him two important guests wish to join him in his viewing section. When the Baron sees it is the Emperors right hand man he lets out a deep laugh âWhat a special occasion this must beâ the Baron says as Count Fenring and his wife Lady Margot approach.
They are visiting observers from the Imperial Court. âWelcome my Count and Lady it is a pleasure to see youâ The Baron says acting surprised, yet he has been expecting them all along. Count and Lady Fenring bow with polite smiles. Though they have more serious matters to discuss.
They are seated in the luxury sky box above the triangular arena. Horns blaring below, they are tiers above the other sections. Some in the lower tiers are looking up waving chanting for the Baron. He waves answering the call and they cheers.
"My dear Baron" the Count says leaning to the Barons ear âI wish to discuss the reason why I am here today. The Emperor wishes me to report on whether youâve chosen a worthy successor. Thereâs nothing like the arena to expose the persons true valor beneath, eh?" He elbows the Baron taunting him.He knows about his habit of drugging Feyds opponents.
The Baron is wise to his game. He has given his nephew a worthy opponent on his birthday, a healthy and alert Atreides soldier just as Feyd requested. What once worried the Baron now seems a brilliant request by Feyd to prove his honor. âOh Feyd-Rautha will show you his true Valorâ the Baron says with confidence. They hear a final horn as the onlookers stare down into the arena.
Feyd Rautha emerges into the fighting pit. A long knife in his right hand, a short knife in his left.
The greeting cheers lift from all the galleries. Feyd Rautha pauses to accept it, looking up and scanning the faces to find the one he wants to see the most but there are so many.
Feyd Rautha holds up his knives to the sun, and salutes the three corners of the arena in the ancient manner.
The adjustment of his body shield takes only a moment. He clicks on the device at his waist. It covers him entirely in a transparent blue color. It will withstand fast attacks, slower ones can penetrate the field giving him time to defend. His uncle insisted for this fight especially he never turns off his sheild. It is his only guarantee against death if all else fails.
The crowd lowers to a murmur with everyone waiting in suspense.
Feyd steps back and faces his uncles tower. He places his right fist over his chest and kneels "I dedicate this victory to... " And he pauses, knowing his uncle forbade him from dedicating the most honorable fight of his life to you. His uncle leans forward in his seat. He will have him mercilessly flogged if he dedicates this to his Baroness.
"... to Na Baroness Harkonnen!" Feyd shouts. The crowd erupts into cheers of elation. His uncle scowls in disgust. Feyd has dedicated his wins to his uncle for over a decade.
The Baron lets out a sigh Feyd did honor the pledge he made on his wedding day to the populous, he said he would dedicate his victory to his Baroness. Maybe he will have you flogged in-front of Feyd instead, his obvious weakness. The crowd erupts into cheers chanting for Feyd.
Your twelve Bene Gesserit sisters applaud you. They begin letting out the ancient calls of a successful mating from your home world making you laugh. The thirteen of you are crowded together on the luxury balcony. You are far across the opposite end of the arena from the Baron.
Your sisters have been kind, the first to fully acknowledge and appreciate your pregnancy. They press their fingers on your womb and bow in reverence sending messages to the unborn. They constantly speak to you of your home world and brought you many luxurious gifts.
They see your anxiety increasing when you canât stop looking over at Feyd as they speak with you. Placing their calming hands on you and your unborn they relax you. Once your mind is free from fear you are no longer apprehensive about Feyd during the fights. You join them to observe him.
âSo this is the young man the Reverend Mother meant, this is the a bloodline we must preserve. The father of the future Kwisatz Haderachâ They murmur collectively.
You stare through your binoculars at his striking form. He looks very powerful in his black armor wielding his blades. As if he can feel your gaze he finally turns over his shoulder looking for you behind him. He can not find you but you see his eyes, cold calculating and empty. You can not wait to restore life to him again.
Feyd refocuses, his uncle said no distractions. He nods to his nine barb-men checking their equipment with a measuring stare. They swing their barbs, hooks glistening signaling they are prepared.
Feyd turns facing the big red door across from him which the special Atreidies soldier will emerge.
Instead a low humming arises from the two black doors on his left .
As they slide open a large sluggish gladiator emerges from the first door. He sheilds his eyes from the sunlight and walks with a stupor. A second gladiator drags his feet as he exits the other door. His dazed out eyes lock on Feyd and he snarls as he lifts his heavy sword prepared to fight.
Feyd clicks his tongue enraged his uncle has gone back on his plan and not given him a fight with a warrior.
The larger gladiator slave approaches him first, yelling as he raises his sword swinging down with a slow blow Feyd easily dodges.
His feet glide across the sand stopping right behind the second gladiator slicing him across the back of the legs severing his tendons behind his knees. The gladiator falls forward to the ground. Feyd kicks him over and stabs him in the chest blood prays from the dying gladiators mouth as he locks eyes with him in death.
He retrieves his swords just as the first gladiator lunges, weapon raised high over his head. Feyd pivots and stabs him through the torso until it meets the handle. The gladiator sword drops behind him. Feyd presses his foot to the dying gladiators stomach kicking him off of his blade spraying drops of blood into the air.
The crowd erupts into cheers. Feyd paces waiting for the next door to open in the arena.
In the Barons skybox Count and Lady Fenring are not impressed looking through their binoculars. It was too easy for Feyd there was no challenge. The gladiators were obviously kept as slaves, malnourished and heavily drugged. They begin whispering angrily to each other over the Harkonnens deceitful ways within earshot of the Baron.
The Baron hovers forward in his chair staring at the large red door about to open.âHappy birthday my dearest nephewâ he says aloud making the Lady and Count look back into the arena.
Feyd focuses all his awareness on the red door hearing it gear up.
The red door slams open.
Out charges a tall, muscular man. His head is shaved and he as dark pitted eyes. His skin is bronzed he wears a black loincloth with a small sword tucked in his waist belt. He holds his long sword, tilted slightly outward in the stance of an expert fighter. He advances into the arena, with his sheild turning its side toward Feyd Rautha and his group of men.
"I like not the look of this oneâ says one of Feyds barb-men. "Are you sure heâs drugged, mâLord?"
âStand readyâ Feyd says with a grin. He revels in the thrill his blood is coursing knowing his life is at risk.
âHe stands like a true fighter," his other barb-men says.
Feyd Rautha advanced two steps onto the sand, and studies the man.
It is not a soldier it is one of Duke Leto Atreides best sword fighters! A chill runs through Feyd exciting him. He remembers how his uncle prized this warrior as a trophy when he was captured on Arrakis.
Another of Feyds barb-men speaks up "mâLord have the men set a barb or two in his knife arm to try him."
"Iâll set my own barbs!" Feyd snaps heâs been craving combat.
Feyd advances another five paces into the arena, playing out the moment, studying the swordsman.
Already, he knows, the experts in the stands above him are aware that something is wrong.
âWe should stop the fight this one is not druggedâ says the Barons Lord in waiting
"See how he stands. He should be agitated and attacking. See how he conserves his strength, how he waits! He should not wait!" The Lord in waiting continues to panic.
âDonât ruin my nephews birthdayâ the Baron shrugs him off and brings up his binoculars
"Hai, Harkonnen!" the man calls. "Are you prepared to die?"
Feyd feels the excitement rising in his chest as he grips his long blade.
Deathly stillness grips the arena. Captured fighters have never issued a challenge to Na Baron.
A tight smile spreads across Feyds lips.
"Hai! Hai!" the man challenges him again and creeps forward two steps.
Feyd aims his sword almost in a greeting.
The swordsman pounces
A timed side blow misses severing the tendons of Feyds left leg by the fraction of an inch.
One of Feyds barb-men instantly hooks the man leaving a barbed shaft in his right forearm pulling back his second attack on Feyd. The hook completely buries in his flesh where the man can not withdraw it.
Feyd yells at his barb-men âGET BACK!â The nine of them encircling Feyd to protect him look to each other in confusion.
You see Feyds anger rising as you watch from the balcony. He wants to fight and prove his valor but his uncle has so many safe guards installed. One by one he is stripping them away.
The swordsman backs up, lashing the barbed shaft to his arm with his weapon. "I do not feel your little needle Harkonnen!" he shouts. He creeps forward. âAnd I too can hide behind my sheildâ he mocks Feyd as he bends his body backward to give it the greatest surface of protection from his half-shield.
After several challenges from the swordsman Feyd decide to give the audience a show they have never seen before. He reaches his hand to his waist and clicks off his sheild. The action does not escape the crowd everyone is stunned as they gasp.
âDAMN YOU FEYD!â The Baron shouts. He slams his fist on his chair knocking over his drink in his booth. It was the most important thing he said to him, wear the sheild to protect your life. He almost trembles knowing his future Baron is risking his life to prove himself.
Feyds barb-men know this is a mistake and call out to him begging to help.
He waves them back
Swiftly, Feyd Rautha moves to the center of the arena where all can clearly see. He crouches and waits for the advancing swordsmen.
"I do not fear you, Harkonnen swine Iâll have you dead beside me!" The swordsman yells
Feyd-Rautha grins so far the swordsman taunts are the only things that have landed.
The swordsman lunges and they dodge each before clanging sword to knife. The swordsman is on the defense. Feyd begins slicing his knife and sword together trying to gut the mans torso. The man keeps pace retreating backwards defending Feyds onslaught.
The swordsman locks his stance and stabs his sword upward at the advancing Feyd who leans back avoiding a stab through his chin. The swordsman sees Feyd off kilter and goes for another slice.
Feyd sees his movements and goes for the short stab. The swordsman shifts and quickly grabs Feyds blade handle before he can pierce his ribs. Both men struggle for power holding the handle of Feyds short blade.
Feyd aims the blade to the man neck going for the kill beginning to struggle from exhaustion. At that instant the strength of the swordsman tips the knife back at Feyd.
Feyd watches as the blade shakily inches closer and closer directly for his left eye "You will DIE, Harkonnen!" The soldier yells. Feyd lets out a maniacal laugh experiencing one of the best thrills of his life, he locks eyes with the tip of the blade and then the swordsman as he faces his certain death. âJUST DIE!" The swordsman shouts exerting all of his strength.
Feyd regains the knife and plunges the blade into the swordsman throat . He holds him close by the back of his head sword still imbedded âYou fought well Atreidesâ Feyd whispers. He pulls out his blade and lets the man suffocates on his own blood.
He steps back a space between them sufficient enough for his long blade. Feyd heavily slashes down the soldiers chest with all his strength. He draws a deep gash severing his pectoral muscles. The agony is instant for the swords man. He drops his blade to the ground.
The man disengages himself, staggering backwards
Feyd Rautha stands in silence tilting his head to the side with a cold eeriness. His eyes watch the slowed motions of the man.
Feyd stands tall and inhales enjoying the manâs slow suffering. There is a look on the swordsmanâs face now for every watcher to recognize. Death was written there.
The man staggers forward one dragging step at a time reaching for Feyd while clutching his throat.
Feyd draws back at each step to give death its space.
Sadness contorts his mouth. He slumps, then stiffens and falls face down at Feyd Rauthas feet.
Feyd advances in the silent arena, he puts his boot under the swordsman torso and rolls him onto his back to give the galleries a clear view.
There is an eruption of noise from the stands and galleries around him. They are cheering with wild abandonment.
Feyd-Rautha turns, looking up to them and raises his knife triumphantly in the air. He keeps his arm out stretched as he walks the length of the arena declaring his victory.
All are cheering in adulation except the Baron. He sits with hands to his chin in deep contemplation on Feyds defiance. The Count and his lady, both stare down at Feyd, their faces impressed with smiles to tell the good news to the Emperor. Feyd-Rautha is a worthy successor, a skilled fighter with valor, admired by his people.
Your sisters are thrilled by his skill and stunned by his brutality. As you witness hundred of thousand chanting his name and screaming for him as he walks through the arena you understand how much of an influence a Feyd has over the entire populous of Giedi Prime, they adore him.
His birthday is a holiday, his family controls the largest army in the galaxy and he is rich beyond all measure. He can take over and rule any time he wants.
Na Baron Feyd Rauthas Birthday Celebration
You and your twelve Bene Gesserit sisters walk down the long dark main halls of the Harkonnen fortress. All beautifully dressed in gowns. It is night fall and fireworks explode flickering light around the halls through the glass ceiling. The entire city is lit up in celebration of Na Baron Feyd Rauthas birthday.
You are wearing the black dress Feyd personally had designed for you. The hooded gown is sleeveless and backless with a high thigh split. A special snap seam installed to protected your modesty. The fabric of the gown swishes as you walk in heels. Your excitement growing as you are about to see Feyd again.
You arrive at the glass dome. It is an enormous structure with a 360 degree view of the city skyline. As the doors open you are greeted with the sound of Giedi Prime music the large dome is decorated with banners honoring Feyd Rautha. There is a decorated platform stage and six long tables arranged in rows to seat several hundred to dine and be entertained for the evening.
The Baron ordered you to be brought at latest moment possible to minimize your time and contact with Feyd on his birthday. You are to be sent directly back to your quarters after his ascension ceremony. Feyd is cunning and calculated he has already planned for this.
The dome is filled with dignitaries, nobles and the Harkonnen inner circle. They nod or bow as you enter depending on their status. Your Bene Gesserit sisters are gestured to a separate table. You are taken to sit with Feyd. As you reach the center of the dome you take a glance at him.
He stands from his seat at the head of the table. Wearing all black. He is dressed high collar with a regal cape that crosses his chest. He has a silver medallion of his family crest pinned to the left side at his shoulder. He looks like a very handsome dark prince.
Feyd sees you and already he wants you. So stunning in the dress he had made for you his heart rate increases. He misses you by his side, itâs been days. Itâs at that moment he realizes he will be Baron and proudly rule with you at his side.
As you approach him your doe yes meet with his hunters gaze. You have to catch your breath as you are standing next to him the heat is practically radiating from him. The servant pulls out your chair and seats you at the head of the table beside Feyd.
His eyes never leave your profile, finally you take a glance over at him and smile. His hands caresses your shoulder. You lean in and give him a chaste kiss. His lips linger he needs to be inside of you again. He canât live any other way.
âIt was an honor to dedicate my 100th win to you today my Baronessâ he confesses. You smile at him adoring the affectionate name. It is the first time he hasnât called you his pet. You appreciatively plant another kiss on his lips as a reward this one is slower.
He gets riled more with each kiss you give him, the longer you sit next to him the more he has an urge to breed you. He fidgets with his signet ring on his pinky trying to channel down his sexual craving for you. He hopes the ceremony is over soon so he can reclaim you. He traces his finger over your neck your love marks from him have completely faded.
His eyes never look away from you. He trails his fingers down your back, down your shoulder, he canât keep his hands off you. Unable to contain himself any longer he reaches beneath the table places his hand on your thigh at the slit. His fingers caress and feel your soft skin there. You let out a breath as he pulls one leg away from the other. You feel his fingers inch between your thighs as you start to go weak.
âFeydâŠâ he cuts you off leaning in close to your ear. He pushes his hand between your legs resting at your pussy âI had this dress made especially for my birthdayâ he says smiling against your ear âBecause I knew..â he pops one snap of your seam â I was going to have you..â he pops the second one âsitting right next to meâ his finger slides open the third seam. You are completely exposed.
He is so calculated and sensual your core pulls tight as your breathing increases from his touch. You want him. âTake me to your chamberâ you plead in a whisper to him âItâs a ceremony in my honor weâll have to waitââ he smirks giving you a kiss on the shell of your ear. âBut I want to enjoy a little gift firstâ he says glancing between your legs.
He presses his fingers onto your folds finding your clit, as he pinches it and you let out a breath. Your thoughts are cut short as you grip the chair. Heâs found your entrance and begins pushing his fingers inside of you. He nuzzles his nose against your ear and plants soft kisses on your jaw. When he fully inserts his fingers deeply inside your tight walls you begin falling apart. Your mind goes fuzzy as you try to remain composed.
Feyd rests his head against yours and peeks up through his lashes. He notices Count Fenring and Lady Margot watching him intently at the table. He smirks and turns you to face to him.
Your cheeks are flushed your eyes are pleading. You are drawing too much attention. He places two fingers under your chin pulling you into a kiss. Even though everyone in the vicinity knows what heâs doing at the head of the table no one dares to intervene. They avert their eyes, Feyd Rautha reigns supreme in the Harkonnen fortress especially on his birthday.
You feel overwhelmed with passion as he slowly thrusts his fingers curling them into you. His eyes search yours, he knows you are going to cum youâve been without him too long. He fingers you faster and your walls begin to throb. As he kisses you he collects your first small moan in his mouth.
You begin to panic realizing heâs going to make you silently cum in front of all the most important people in the galaxy it makes your core even tighter. He rests his left arm around you and gently guides your lips to his neck holding you against to him.
As your lips press on his sensitive flesh you begin to suck and bite his neck to keep yourself quiet. His fingers move deeply inside of you and rub against a certain spot that makes your wall begin to rhythmically flutter. When the feeling becomes too pleasurable you instantly cum for him and bite his neck to stifle your moans.
His throat tenses and releases as your walls clench on his fingers. He holds your face to his neck wanting you to bite him once more. You sink your teeth into his neck even harder the second time as you come down leaving a mark. You hear him groan and feel a chill run through his body as you release your bite.
You quickly whisper âDid I hurt you?â He whispers back in your ear â YesâŠI want more.â He brings your hand to his cock and you feel you how hard he is from your bite. So many ideas form in your mind recently discovering his kink cabinet. You give him a soft kiss on his neck over the bite mark. You know what your birthday gift to him will be.
His name is suddenly called by his uncle.
âNa Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen!â His uncle calls him to the stage Feyd quickly slips his fingers and lips from you. He whispers in your ear âAfter I receive my award make an excuse to leave and find my Page he will sneak you to my quartersâ he instructs. You give him a quick kiss and he heads up to the stage. He discreetly sucks his fingers enjoying your taste as he walks up the upstairs.
Feyd approaches his uncle standing tall and reluctantly kneels in front of him. The Baron places around his neck the ancient Prime Giedi stone necklace signifying he has reached his ascension.
As the audience erupts in applause he stands back up staring down at his obese weak uncle. The only thing in his way of having you and becoming Baron is this detestable old man too evil to die.
Feyd smiles to himself, ruling Giedi Prime as Baron with his Baroness is his first goal. Becoming Emperor with you as his Empress is next.
âFeyd come speak with me in my chambers I have something Iâd like to tell you in private. Itâll only take a momentâ His uncle requests. Feyd looks to the table seeing you are gone. His frustration sets in wanting to be with you.
Normally he would enjoy escaping his birth day festivities but this time he wanted to be with you instead. Every second being taken from being with you infuriates him.
Once Feyd is at the Barons chambers he is stopped by the guards. Feyd waits several minutes until he is allowed to enter. His uncle as always using power plays to make him wait.
The guards open the door to his personal spa room. The Baron sits in his tub smoking hookah, two pleasure slaves on his right.
Feyd has been waiting for an opportune moment to set his plan in motion and this just might be it.
He smirks to himself at the brilliant idea he formed the day his uncle removed you from him. The day he swore heâd kill him. He will drug one of his uncles pleasure slaves with a slow acting toxin in the blood stream. One that will kill the Baron from prolonged contact. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen will die a slow and painful death. Leaving the throne to his already appointed successor. Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen.
Feyd stands up taller breaking the long silence âYou summoned me uncle?â He asks growing impatient. âYes Feyd itâs about your Baroness. You've refused every pleasure slave sent to you and I understand now youâre going to save your cock for her âŠforever.â
He swishes his hand through the air as if trying wipe away the idea âWhat a waste, do you know how much your pleasure slaves beg for you? What does your wife have a cunt made of gold? âHe asks off handedly. âIf you keep talking about my wifeâs cunt Iâm going to down you in that tubâ Feyd says with his hidden rage seeping through.
His uncle chokes out a laugh âDont be hasty, youâll rule Giedi Prime soon enough. But I need you to show her who you really are, why you havenât terrified her yet I donât understand. I saw your blood lust in the arena today how much longer do you think sheâll allow that hmm?
You must dominate her and break her. If you do that, if I see you break the spirit in her defiant eyes then Iâll know you have absolute control of her. I will grant you my blessing to become Baron.â He takes a drag from his hookah pipe âBut know this Feyd,I will never have a woman rule my people with my nephew as a puppet.â
Feyd knows no matter what he does his uncle will find another excuse to deny him of having you. He will use you as his weakness just as he does now. There is no pleasing the man he is a bottomless pit.
There is one way Feyd can change his fate. He points to his pleasure slaves âUncle how can you discern which is your favorite?â He asks. âOh they have no names or faces they are an object of satisfactionâ he chuckles smoking on his pipe. Hmmm Feyd thinks, to himself, so I will have to poison them both.
Pleasurable Pain
The Page unlocks the door to Feyds room handing you the key and bows leaving your presence. You smile as you enter remembering his room all over again. As you remove your heels you already know how want to surprise him tonight.
On his birthday you are going to use his own kinks on him. You quickly take his display case keys and unlock the kink cabinet door. You pull aside several items and blend them on the sex toy table at the foot of his bed. A few cock rings, the glowing liquid, black nipple clamps, and four restraints. You will start with what you know.
You lift the blanket from his bed and lock a chained cuff to each post replacing the blanket hiding them in plain sight. You are quite pleased with yourself.
When Feyd enters the chamber looking stressed you almost change your mind to make love to him instead. You rush to him âWhat is it what happened?â You hold his face he looks even more stunning in the low lighting of his chamber. He immediately begins kissing you cradling your head in his hands. He pulls your hood down revealing your hair.
âIâve done something that will secure our future. I didnât realize the things I would do to get you back until you were taken away from meâ he admits. You search his eyes âYour ascension?â you ask trying to narrow down what he means. âYes it will be sooner than expected, no one will be able to separate you from me againâ he says tracing his thumb down the side of your face.
âI dreamt of you every night you werenât with meâ he says softly kissing you lips âIn my dreams I would fuck youâ he whispers as he kisses you neck âI would fuck you until my cum spilled out of youâ he says as he stops to look you in the eyes âand when I woke up I wanted you even moreâ he confesses. You begin slowly kissing each other lost in a passionate reunion.
You softly break the kiss looking into his eyes.
âCome with me â you say and take his hand leading him to the bed. You sit on the edge and he begins to take his place on top of you but you stop him placing your foot at his waist keeping him at a bay. He smirks looking down at your dainty foot holding him back and then up into your eyes meeting your heated gaze.
âTake off all your clothing for meâ you request. He immediately unclasps his cape letting it fall to the floor. You bite you lip watching how quickly he undresses for you.
You realize he listens and will do everything you say. Your eyes light up once heâs completely naked.
âKneelâyou point it the space infront of you. Feyd drops down on his knees infront of you
After witnessing the power and strength he has over an entire planet seeing him completely naked kneeling at your feet is surreal. You test your limits âPlay with your cock Feyd-Rauthaâ you command.
When you see him grab his shaft in his fist and begin to pump his cock you immediately get wet. Chills cover the expanse of your body as he keeps going never breaking eye contact with you
â Feyd.. stop..â you say voice faltering from arousal. You spread your legs open in your gown. He can already see you glistening folds. âCome please meâ your voice is just above a whisper due to your passion for him.
He places his hands at your waist and you rest your palms back on the bed. He tilts your hips in his hands to aim upward to his face. He grabs your legs one at a time placing them over his pale muscular shoulders. He scoops one hand around your hips pulling your pussy toward his face, sliding between your thighs on his shoulders. You let out a moan as his mouth connects between your legs.
You immediately place your hand on his head holding him close. âFeyd you feel so goodâ you praise him as he licks you with his warm tongue making your clit begins to pulse. Heâs becoming your weakness.
You look up in then mirror on the ceiling and see heâs stroking his cock in his other hand. Heâs overwhelmed with arousal as he eats your pussy. It drives you insane. You moan from the sight you need to please him.
âFeyd lay on the bedâ you request breathlessly. He removes his mouth from you licking his lips. You stand as he climbs to rest in the middle. You look at his musclular pale body laying on the black sheets. His cock is already hard from eating you out and playing with himself. You lose your focus but quickly recover with your plan.
You climb on the bed and straddle his abs. You completely dressed with him naked. He places one hand on your hip and the other under your clit. You pull his hands away and his eyes look surprised.
You take his right hand and stretch his arm to lay flat on the bed. You lift the sheet and bring out the hidden leather restraint wrapping it around his wrist pulling the buckle tight. He has a wicked smile as he stares at you realizing your cleverness.
With one hand already strapped he willingly lays the other one down. You wrap and pull tight his second wrist restraint. His eyes flash with excitement from your surprise. You climb off of him and he spreads his legs letting you strap both ankles.
You stand back and admire your work, the physically dominating Feyd Rautha restrained on a bed for your pleasure. It exhilarates you beyond compare. The fact that he canât move excites you even more you trail your hand from his ankle to his thigh.
You reach his chest and lightly scratch your nails down to his rock hard abs âIf I hurt you will you tell me?â You ask sweetly. His cock twitches âYes Baronessâ he answers. The way he says your title makes your core hot âWhat will you say so I know if it hurts too much?âyou ask innocently. You canât help yourself as you slide your fingertip along his stiff cock.
âRed doorâ he says with an already established phrase. âHave you ever used âred doorâ before?â You ask curiously. He has a devious smile as he tilts his head back reminiscing. He quickly meets your gaze again âNoâ he says confidently.
You are not the pain inflicting type but you see how he enjoys it so you will try for him.
You take your dress off until you are completely bare. He stares, eyes looking at your face and then your body. His heart rate increases finally seeing you exposed to him after being without you for days.
You go to the sex toy table and pick up a thick rubber ring to fit around his girth. You climb on the bed kneeling between his thighs. His cock is so large the way it towers between his thighs makes you overcome with arousal.
You regain your focus and bring the cock ring to place on him. He stops you âI want the tighter one the purple oneâ he requests. You smile at his boldness and exchange the rings at the table.
Before you climb on the bed he directs you further âIn my night stand get the vial with the shimmering liquid inside of it.â he adds âWhat is it?â You ask finding the vial. âitâs lubricant..and itâs sweetâ he says with a grin that makes you blush.
You bring it with you and kneel between his legs. You glide the lube all over his already hard cock. It feels good to him as you coat his shaft up to his tip. His chest begins rising and falling as he stares at you enamored.
You take your hands and place the purple ring above his tip he watches intently. You glide the tight ring slowly all the way down his cock. He exhales sharply feeling it roll as you settle it at the base.
You watch as his tip becomes pinker and then his shaft as his tip turns red. His veins begin to show prominently pulsing. The urge to suck him or ride him is overwhelming but you also know he wants to be tortured.
You need his touch to continue, crawling up to him you begin kissing his lips. He kisses you back so needy for you. Itâs been days he doesnât want to let you go. You break the kiss and look him in his eyes âYouâll cum on my commandâ you say it just the way you remember him saying it to you âYes Baroness âHe says it so obediently you smile and kiss him one more time.
As you climb over his chest he stares up at your pussy inches from his face. He opens his mouth begging to taste you. But you flip around. Your face inches over his cock your pussy directly in his face.
He begins groaning as he feels you suck on him, tasting his cock sweet from the lubricant drives you insane with lust. Your pussy is spread in his face as you kneel and suck him. He yanks his wrist against the right restraint to touch you forgetting itâs chained.
He tilts his head back and watches you in the mirror on his ceiling. Your beautiful waist and back, your head slowly bobbing in his cock, he swallows thickly. He fights to stop his hips from thrusting in your mouth as you suck him so deeply. He knows you are enjoying the sweet lubricant on his cock.
He tilts his head down to see your folds are glistening more just from sucking him. When he sees your delicate fingers slide Into your pussy he loses all his resolve â free meâ he begs. You ignore him and slide your fingers in and out of your entrance sweetly moaning on his cock. He tosses his head back against the pillows chest heaving you are pleasurably torturing him.
Suddenly you stop sucking him and get up. You slowly run your finger through your slit collecting your wetness for him âIs this what you crave?â You ask bringing your fingers to his mouth. He readily sucks the arousal from you. When his eyelids flutter you quickly remove your finger from with mouth. âMore â he demands. His voice is deeper full of unbridled lust.
You reach and pinch his nipple hard instead watching his reaction. âHarder!â he commands. His voice rising from sexual frustration. Heâs getting so aggressive itâs making you go timid.
You see the deep rooted insanity in his eyes wanting to feel pain. You know what he needs and go to the sex toy table returning with black nipple clamps. You kneel on the bed beside him.
His cock twitches and he tilts his hips from the bed almost unable to contain his excitement as he sees you dangle the black chain over his chest. These are different, inside the black metal clamps there are tiny needle spikes to inflict even more pain.
You clamp one nipple and then the other. You squeeze the clamps making the spikes pinch even harder into his delicate skin. You finally get a groan from him. He opens his mouth taking deep breaths as his eyes go wide feeling the arousal forming in his groin from the pain.
You gently take the chain and hold it in your fist. You pull the chain up and his nipples begin slowly stretching being pierced by the spikes. An agonizing scream finally rips from his throat as his body goes rigid, he breathes like he canât get air to his lungs. You feel so tormented that he likes this.
You lean over and kiss him in his greatest moment of pain shocking his body rendering him senseless. His cock gets harder and begins to twitch. You release him from the kiss and pull the chain tighter.
He lets out a choked off moan as he cums without you even touching him. His cock spasms as he releases rope of after rope. His sperm covers his abs and his thighs. You release your hold on the chain and his breathing finally returns to normal. He rests his head back trying to process what happened.
You lean close to him again caressing his forehead with your hand. You shake your head in mock disappointment âI didnât say you could cumâ you say with a smile. You unclamp his nipples one at a time. The tiny piercings made from the spikes left pin pricks of blood on his nipples.
He has a wicked grin as he stares at you then he throws his head back and lets out a maniacal laugh. He realizes you are doing everything he did to you on the first night. âLet me kiss youâ he says in appreciation. He is heavily panting enjoying your game his mind at ease now that the clamps are off. You shake your head no âlet me kiss where you need it the mostâ he begs looking at the wetness between your thighs âno reward for you yetâ you say sweetly.
You leave him tied and dab the blood from his nipples and clean him up wiping all the cum from him.
When he played this game before he was usually being flogged choked and humiliated by his pleasure slaves, lots of spit swapping and pain. It would take him over an hour to finally cum and they would fight over who drank it.
Then he would tie and torture them not caring for their pleasure but enjoying the way they screamed like unhinged animals as he fucked them to the point of injury. Looking back it feels like an out of body experience. He canât even trace back to when it began but he believes as an adolescent his uncle mustâve made the arrangements.
He is deep in thought as you settle between his legs again. This time you have the glowing arousal fluid he doesnât take notice. You slip his cock ring off. You are going to coat his length and have him push the arousal fluid it inside of you.
Of all his sex things you love this liquid the most the orgasms are so intense you feel the pleasure in every space of your body like your are floating in ecstasy.
You watch his eyes widen but youâve already slathered his cock tip. âThis is for females its going to make me cum instantly â he cries out. You immediately close the bottle you didnât realize.
He begins to feel his cock tip pulsing he closes his eyes and grits his teeth as his face flushes. âWhat do I do!â You panic. He opens his eyes and stares at you he canât even think his cock is hardening as all the blood rushes to his tip and begins pulsing. His pupils have gone so wide the only color showing is black âIâm going to cumâ is all he manages to say.
You quickly climb on his lap and sink down on his length. You feel the pinch of stretching on his size too quickly as you both let out moans.
Feyd is going listless breathing through his teeth, he holds out with every fibre of his being wanting to give you an orgasm. He is grateful you didnât coat his full cock.
You place your hands on his chest and begin to ride him. The arousal fluid spreads quickly hitting directly into your cervix.â Feyd your cock feels so goodâ you moan out as you clench on him.
You begin riding up and down on him wanting the feeling to last forever. He bucks his hips back into you as you both make sounds of pleasure. The arousal fluid softens your walls so well you want more you want him harder and deeper.
You work so hard your pace begins to falter you canât even ride him, the feeling is so intense you just moan with your hands on his abs. âfree meâ his voice brings you back to the planet.
You lock eyes with him and nod. You reach and unbuckle one of his hands and then the other. He rises up against you with his powerful chest and wraps you in his arms hugging you tightly.
With his ankles still in restraints he places one hand on the bed for leverage and hold you to him as he slams his cock up into you.
You scream heâs going so hard. You hug him around his neck feeling his abs contracting as he thrusts. He begins pounding into you. The arousal fluid working perfectly the harder he fucks the more pleasurable it feels for you. As you gasp for air he grunts against your ear fucking you to pieces.
He doesnât slow down not once for anything his hips clap between your legs until you cum. Your clit pluses as your walls flutter and begin to milk his cock. You place your mouth on his moaning throat as you bite him as hard as you can. He deeply groans from the pain and bursts rope after rope inside of you filling you with his cum. You whimper on his neck the feeling is so euphoric.
He feels his cock empty inside of you as he holds you in his lap panting heavily in your ear. You release your teeth from his neck. You have clearly marked him. You see the deep red circle of your bite and plant a kiss. He hugs you closer and presses your head to rest on his shoulder. He strokes down your back and rests his head to yours enjoying the intimate moment.
You suddenly sit up remembering heâs still restrained. You turn to the side in his lap unbuckling one ankle and then the other. He pulls his knees up bringing you back to him in his lap. âYou want to see some thingâ he asks with a smile. âOf courseâ you say. âItâs something I do every year on my birthday.â He admits. You both get out of bed. He puts a black cloaked robe on you then he puts one on himself and you sneak out of his chambers.
Secret Celebration
He holds your hand and guides you through the fortress trying to remain unseen. There are still guests in the halls . When he peeks around a corner and sees a group of delegates he puts a finger to his lips signaling you to remain silent . He waits until they arenât looking then takes your hand and you slip unseen into a darkened corridor. He finally brings you up a large flight of stairs to a pair of stone doors at the top.
As you enter everything is black marble it is a large space with a giant scale window as a back drop with a view of the Capitol. All the lights are off only the moonlight shines through the gigantic window.
From what you can tell it looks like a spa lobby. He takes you to a smaller corridor with several opaque glass doors. He stops at the sixth one and pushes it open.
There is a floor to ceiling window viewing the capital and a large indoor rock pool in the center of the room. Feyd pulls his robe off and gets in halfway. He waits for you to remove your cloak and holds his hand out to make sure you get in safely over the flat marble edge.
The water is warm and relaxing. You smile as you sink in to your neck and then submerge your head fully. You resurface and it is quite dark in the room aside from the city lights and the glowing moon shining in the window. You look over and see Feyd resting back against a marble edge. He gestures you to come.
You swim over to the shallow end and he pulls you next to him.
Feyd rests his head back against the marble ledge to stare at the city lights, you join him and do the same âGet readyâ he says. Suddenly one by one fireworks begin to burst across the entire city until they expand the entire skyline. It lights up the entire room.
You sit up and stare at the white bursts for miles you hear the sound of horns and drums begin. The entire capitol is having an enormous celebration for him.
âFeyd arenât you supposed to be at your party?â you suddenly realize in shockâ he grabs you by the upper arm pulling you to straddle his lap in the water. âIâd rather be here with you â he says with certainty.
You stare at his full lips and into his blue eyes you are falling madly for him your mind starts racing remembering all of your Bene Gesserit training your first loyalty is to the order. You try to look back at the fireworks to gather your mind but he quickly brings his hand out of the water guiding your face back to his.
Your breathing is labored as you stare into his eyes. He gazes into yours like you are his only object of affection in the entire universe, before you realize it you are kissing him.
Itâs heavier and different it makes your heart ache from guilt. As you kiss him the guilt of your betrayal to the Bene Gesserits worries you less and less until not at all.
âI want to fuck you while we watch the fire works he saysâ he says. You look in his eyes and smile, he loves sex so much. He stands up holding you and you wrap your legs around his waist kissing him as he carries you through the water to the other ledge closer to the window. He grabs your slippery waist turning you over chest flat on the marble ledge.
He reaches his hand between your legs beneath the water. He checks your entrance the water sealed you tight you arenât ready. He lifts your waist out of the water so your stomach and chest are on the marble ledge. Then he kneels as devours your pussy from behind.
Your moans echo the room not expecting it. As you begin to get wet he slides his finger in working you open. Your mind is going blank just taking everything heâs giving you. He rests one knee on the underwater ledge to be level with you. When presses his cock tip to your entrance and you gasp. Your heart is already pounding wildly in your chest.
His cock penetrates you hard stuffing you full. You let out a deep moan as you try to adjust to his size. This time he lets you. He pulls you back into the water so your knees rest on the ledge. He places one foot on the on the floor and the other on then ledge with you.
When he thrusts into you the water makes you move all around. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and presses your chest flat on the marble for more leverage. As his thrusts get harder you whimper and moan trying to stay sane.
He loves the feeling of your cunt being stretched around his thick cock. He pulls you back to him and begins to whisper in your ear as he thrusts unable to contain his arousal for you âYou enjoy being stretched around my cock donât you, I love the sounds you make for me.â You canât form words only deeper moans as you nod.
He presses himself fully inside of you smacking his hips into you as his cock pushes into your cervix âI can barely fit inside of you and still your pussy tries to suck me inâ he says voice straining voice full of arousal as he thrusts harder. He feels you clench on him and he groans in pleasure. His cock twitches knowing his reward when he makes you cum. He gives your cheeks a nice smack for feeling too good.
He leans over you pressing your chest flat on the marble. He places his hands on top of yours intertwining his fingers locking you down.
He licks a long wide stripe up the middle of your back starting between your shoulder blades.
You begin letting out pleasurable moans. Your eyes close enjoying the feeling of his wet slick tongue exploring your body.
When he turns animalistic like this it sends chills up your spine triggering your climax. Your nipples harden as he settles his tongue at the crook of your neck. He licks and sucks there with such fervor your throat pulses as he creates the bruise, you rhythmically clench on his cock.
He bites his black teeth into the delicate skin of your throat and your walls begin throbbing as the tightness in your core intensifies. He takes one arms to wrap around your torso pulling you back to him and shortens his thrusts.
They begin to pierce through your tight walls as he sucks more loving bruises into your neck. You are moaning so loudly itâs edging him on. He begins to grunt against your neck feeling his cock swell tighter ready to cum.
Feyd suddenly stops his movements, holding you still. He hears voices from the lobby. You are both panting loudly as he covers your mouth.
He hears the hushed voice of one of his uncleâs his advisors âYes he is here mâLord however heâs in the throes of passion with his Baroness and it being his birthday I didnât want to disturb him.â âThe throes of passion?!â his uncle angrily whispers
âYes mâLord it was louder before but if were quiet maybe you can still hear them.â They all fall silent to listen . Feyd remembers his uncles words about dominating you into submission and he smirks. â To get them to leave Iâm going to need you to scream like bloody murder for meâ he whispers and you nod.
He pushes you down flat against the marble lifting your submerged half out of the water. He pins you down with his hand at the back of your neck as he begins to use you.
âTime to fill my tight little cunt upâ he yells spanking you as he thrusts. The distraction sends shocks through your body and makes your clit pulse. He spanks you again and you let out a loud moan as your mind goes fuzzy.
His breaths get heavier as he plows his cock harder into you and your body goes listless. Your moans are unending as he fucks you onto the marble.
âScream for me! â he yells and he spanks you hard as you moan in pleasure. He spanks you again and again and again until it begins to hurt and your brain clicks you are supposed to pretend scream in pain. The sound rips from you throat so loudly it reverberates the walls. It sends a chill through Feyd.
The Baron and his men look to each other all too stunned to speak âThe boy listens after all â the Baron finally speaks up with an grin âHeâs finally training that defiant wife of his, I just need to hear it a moment more and we can leaveâ the Baron listens as you scream âFeyd pleaseâŠno âŠpleaseâŠstop!â followed by a blood curdling scream .
A deep laugh reverberates in the Barons chest he loves the terrified screams of women. Especially being caused by a Harkonnen âShe wonât be right for weeks, once the healers stitch her up she will no longer be a problemâ the Baron chuckles to his men as they depart the spa.
Feyd hears the noises of his uncle and his advisors leaving the spa.
He pulls you back up against him and covers your mouth to make you orgasm without them hearing. He pinches your clit until it begins throbbing then he rubs it increasing in pressure until you are overwhelmed moaning into his hand.
He thrusts into you at his hardest. Pummeling into your body until he can no longer hold out. He releases his load into you as you both orgasm. You moan pleasurably as your walls milk him of his seed. His hips stutter as he groans emptying his cock into you. He releases your mouth and it takes you both several moments to recover.
The fireworks slowly begin to die down and you rest your head back against his shoulder. He always fucks you until youâre exhausted. âFeyd Iâm tiredâ you admit. âYour chambers are closer letâs sleep there tonightâ he decides. You collect your robes and sneak out together.
A Change of Fate
When you get to your chambers your handmaiden sleepily opens the door. When she sees Feyd-Rautha her eyes widen in fear âmâLord, Na Baroness âshe stutters as she bows ushering you inside . She dare not remind Feyd of his uncles rule of his visitation restriction for fear he will slit her throat.
Feyd looks around your sitting area at all the books youâve collected from the library on your tables. He notices one stack in particular. Every spine on each book reads âHarkonnenâ his eyes widen in apprehension, youâve been digging into his family history.
You open the doors to your chambers and he sees the room is full of color and life. Accustomed to the monotone grayscale of the fortress he is stunned. There are vibrant flowers , paintings, candles, decorative vases and sculptures through our your bed chamber. All of the linens are patterned in shimmering colors of gold and powder blue. A pillow of each color and shape matches the bedding.
There are gifts all over your room some even unopened. When he slowly realizes they are for your pregnancy he hesitates unable to say anything. You see the concerned look in his eyes and smile lovingly gesturing him to come to you.
He holds you close and you take your hand to his temple. Your fingers delicately caress him there to transfer him calming energy. After a moment his eyes soften and he feels the apprehension of fatherhood lifting and changing.
His fear is replaced with serenity. The female he cares for the most is carrying his heir and he will cherish her. Whether he can be a good father or not is a test of time. His mind begins expanding onto a new intrusive thought.
He can barely even remember his own father, he has only known the Baron. He struggles to recall a distorted memory . His uncle screaming at him that his father had betrayed the Harkonnen name and he would no longer be the alias Feyd-Rautha Rabban but now Harkonnen. It is a core memory he can stem his resentment from.
You grow weary and place your hand on his chest. You are barely able to keep your eyes open. His eyes refocus and realize it is very late. He locks his feelings deep inside of him self again. He needs to be prepared for another fateful event happening soon.
As you go to rinse your face and cleanse your mouth. He calls your hand maiden, âFind my Page have him bring my clothing and personal effects here Iâm staying the nightâ she nods hesitantly and departs.
She finds his Page relaying Feyds message and ensures her reputation by reporting Feyds defiance to the Barons Lord in waiting. The Lord in waiting shoos her away something far more misfortunate has happened in the Barons chamber. He and two of his pleasure slaves are found naked and unresponsive. Their skin displaying a faint purple hue. Fearing disease or an airborne poison they seal the chamber until the healers can arrive.
You emerge from the basin room yawning as you disrobe and climb into bed. Feyd looks over you and smiles as he takes his robe off and climbs into bed next to you.
He stretches in the feeling of your silk sheets caressing him all over his body. He pulls you to him and brings your arm across his chest making you hug him. You press a kiss to the bite mark on his neckâ Happy Birthday Feydâ you say as you close your eyes. He smiles and pets your head. Slaying a warrior and getting his Baroness back have been his favorite gifts. Another secret joy fills his heart as you both drift off to sleep.
Early the next morning there is a banging at the door. Feyd sits up and gets dressed already rehearsed. The handmaiden opens the door and allows the visitors entry into the seating room. Once Feyd is dressed he kneels at the side of your bed as you sleep, he strokes his thumb down your jaw, if all goes according to plan he can have you forever. He stands up prepared for the onslaught of the day.
He emerges from the bed chamber into the entry sitting room . Three advisors and six guards are waiting. The lead advisor bows âLord Feyd Rautha the Baron has fallen ill, your presence is requested at onceâ Feyd doesnât respond he tightly presses his lips not to smile and gestures them to lead. He follows them out of the room to the medical bay of the fortress.
Word travels quickly through the fortress and into the populous during the early morning hours on Giedi Prime. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen is dying.
To Be ContinuedâŠ
Part 4 Madness & Mayhem Harkonnen Reunion |Feyds Depraved Kink |Long Live the Baron4
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{ â drunk confessions - l.hs }
pairing: close friend! heeseung x f. reader
based off this request here
contents: mentions of drinking, and alcohol, cunnilingus, tongue fucking, pet name: baby, no clear power play, heeseung a lil desperate at one moment, kissing, making out, force feeding
a.n: i got carried away with this one and it ended up being more than a drabble đ hopefully you enjoy!! w.c 1.9k
music thumped in the background as you swayed slightly, your laughter spilling over the rim of your half-empty glass. you had definitely had one too many, but the warm buzz made the crowded room feel like a cozy bubble. when the call from your close friend, heeseung came throughâhis usual check-inâyou quickly picked it up, giggling into the phone with a bubbly âhellloooooo!â
âwhere are you?â he asked, concern laced in his voice. âhmmm⊠i donât remember,â you giggled to yourself as you answered. âare you drunk?â heeseung asked bluntly. more giggles escaped your lips: âi donât think so!â heeseung pinched the bridge of his nose on the other end of the phone; your clearly drunk and clueless state is frustrating him. âiâm coming to get you.â is all thatâs heard from heeseung before the phone is hung up abruptly. your brows furrow in confusion, but that quickly fades away when the next song comes on. youâre quick to jump right back into the crowd, dancing to the loud music.
heeseung arrived not long later, scanning the club for your presence. he pushes through the crowd of people and is finally met with your familiar silhouette. your back is turned, and you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn and are met with the face of your close friend. the sight of him instantly sobering you up a bit, though the warmth of the alcohol still lingered. ây/n, letâs go,â he says firmly, his hand still gripping your shoulder. your skin tingled under the warmth of his hand, and you looked at him with your brows furrowed. âbut iâm having so much fun,â you pouted. heeseung brought his other hand up to tuck some hair behind your ear. âi know, but itâs getting late, and i need to make sure you get home safely.â he looked down at you with all the adoration in the world, and you probably wouldâve noticed immediately if it werenât for your drunken state.
heeseung grabs your hand, a pout still present on your face, and he guides you through the sea of people and out the door. his hand still holding yours, he walks the both of you to his car, opening the door for you as he ushers you in. you sit down, and heeseung closes the door behind you, going around to the driver's side and getting in. he looks over at your figure, the lights of the car shining on your flushed face. he leans over the center console to grab your seatbelt, quickly buckling it before settling back into his seat and buckling his own. as you guys drove through the quiet streets, you felt a familiar flutter in your stomach. the city lights blurred outside, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you had something to say.
once you made it to your home, heeseung dug your keys out of your bag and opened the door, letting you go in first and shutting it behind him. you made your way to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, swaying slightly. heeseung leaned in, concern etched on his face. âare you okay?â
before you could even think, the words slipped out, âyou know, sometimes i think about you when i touch myself.â a goofy smile splayed on your lips as giggles followed your sudden confession. heeseungâs eyes went wide, heat rising to his cheeks. he shook his head slightly. ây/n, youâre drunk.â you stuck your hand out in front of you, waving your finger. âim being serious heeseung, i get off faster when i picture your mouth on me,â you whine playfully, words slightly slurring together. the weight of your words, baring nothing on your conscience as they come out. heeseung shakes his head again, leaving your presence as he gets you a glass of water and some pain medicine. âtake these, please,â he says as he takes his place back in front of your smaller frame. you shake your head at him, âdonât wanna.â your lips form a pout as you look at the boy in front of you, and he canât help but roll his eyes.
before you know it, his thumb is on your bottom lip, applying slight pressure until your lips part just enough for the digit to hold your mouth open. he places the pill on your tongue, grabbing the water and gently pouring some in your mouth before closing your mouth and holding your chin. âswallow,â he says sternly, narrowing his eyes at you as you reluctantly take the medicine he just forced into your mouth. once you swallow the pill, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, showing him that youâve done what he asked. he nods his head in approval and hands you the water cup again. âdonât talk to me until youâve finished this,â he says lightheartedly.
he stands in front of you as you drink the water, making sure youâve emptied the cup. you finish your last sip with a quiet "ah,â and you look up at him. the light is shining on his face in such a way that has your heart racing, suddenly all more aware of his presence. your gaze trails from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, a sudden wave of need hitting you as you press your thighs together. âheeseung,â your voice is just below a whisper. he tilts his head at you, a small smile on his lips. âyeah y/n?â the air thickened between you two, charging with possibilities. you hesitated, your desires on the tip of your tongue. âi need you,â you finally admit, meeting his gaze once again.
a heartbeat passed, and the world around you faded. heeseungs smile faltered, and you saw a flicker of something deeper in his eyesâdesire. he reached out to you, hand brushing against your arm as he held onto you, sending shockwaves up your skin. ây/nâŠâ he began, his voice low and intense. âyouâve been drinking; youâre not in the right headspace,â his words hung between you. âiâm well aware of whatâs happening right now and what iâm feeling,â you urge, suddenly more sober than you were moments ago. heeseung stares at you, his self-control wearing thin as you look up at him with big, shiny eyes. when he doesnât reply, you bring a hand to his chest, resting it there. âplease?â youâre practically begging at this point.
your breath hitched as you scanned his face for an answer, the weight of the moment pressing in. your mind raced as you anticipated an answer, and instead of responding, heeseung leaned in closer. the space between you two felt charged with an urgency that felt impossible to ignore. your heart pounded in your chest, your lips mere centimeters away from each other. âare you sure about this?â heeseung whispered against your lips. âiâve never been more sure about anything.â and then, without thinking, you closed the gap between you two, the world around you immediately falling away. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as his hands rest on your waist. heeseung leaned in more, and that was all the invitation you needed to deepen the kiss. your lips moved against his with a hungry urgency that sent sparks flying. you leaned into his body, feeling the heat radiating off of him.
the kiss was intense, each brush of your lips igniting a fire, and you could feel yourself surrendering completely. but just as you started to lose yourself in the moment, heeseung pulled back, breathless, searching your eyes. âcan i touch you?â he whispered, âcan i please touch you?â he practically begged as his chest rose and fell, desire burning into him. you nodded, and thatâs all it took for heeseung to guide you to the couch, laying you on your back as he leaned over you. he connected his lips to yours briefly before trailing kisses down your jaw and neck to the exposed part of your chest. he centered his nose on your sternum before slowly dragging it down your torso, stopping at the hem of your shirt. he nestled his nose in the fabric, letting the tip of it slide underneath, before slowly using it to push your shirt up. gentle kisses fall on your skin as your shirt bunches up. you whimper slightly at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.
his nose leaves the fabric of your shirt, letting it stay bunched up around your rib cage as he trails kisses back down till he reaches the waistband of your skirt. with one final kiss, right above the button, he looks up at you through his eyelashes. âletâs fulfill those fantasies of yours, yeah?â his voice is deep and sultry; you nod frantically, wetness pooling between your legs. âyes, please,â you breathe. his fingers find the button of your skirt, fiddling with it for a moment before undoing it and sliding the zipper down. he removes your skirt and panties in one go, not wanting to waste anymore time. when your bottom half is bare, heeseung canât help but gawk at the sight of your wet, puffy cunt, swollen and needy all for him. you begin to feel insecure under his intimidating gaze, and your legs begin to close. heeseung stops you before your knees meet each other, hands gripping each leg, and spreading you out for him. he licks his lips as he stares at your pussy, and wastes no more time, dropping his head in between your legs.
he starts off by trailing kisses up your thigh, lightly sucking on the skin as you moan. and when you feel his hot breath fan over your heat, you almost fall apart right then and there. he places an open-mouth kiss over your mound, causing a whimper to erupt from your throat. heeseung smirks to himself before dipping his tongue in between your folds, licking a stripe up your cunt, and landing on your clit. he takes the bud into his mouth, sucking slightly on it as you mewl in satisfaction. his mouth trails down towards your dripping hole, taking the opportunity to taste all of you as he pushes his tongue in. you cry out, hands reaching for something to grip, but youâre left fisting the air.
heeseung has been watching you through lidded eyes, noticing your struggle to find something to hold onto. he pulls his mouth away from your cunt for a moment. âwanna hold my hand, baby?â he asks. ây-yes,â you reply, voice shaking. he reaches up, resting his hand on your stomach as he holds his hand out for you to grab. you immediately take hold of it, squeezing tightly as he continues his assault on your cunt. heâs making out with your pussy at this point, pornographic sounds coming from where his mouth connects to your heat. moans are falling past your lips, and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten. âi-im sâcloseâ you manage to get out in between moans, heeseung makes sure to pay the most attention to your clit as he helps you approach your high, the stimulation being all too much as you fall apart on his tongue. your eyes are squeezed shut, and your hips are bucking into his mouth. but he doesnât mind; he continues to lap at your pussy until youâre done shaking and are pulling his hand to let him know to stop.
youâre a panting mess, your chest rising and falling as you stare at the man in front of you, his lips wet with your juices. your cheeks flush at the sight, and heeseung smirks before licking his lips clean. he leans forward, holding your head in his hands, and places another kiss on your lips. he pulls back, taking your hands in his as he looks at you. âwas it as good as you imagined?â he asks.
âeven better.â
.
..
âŠ
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Peter Maximoff as your bf | hc's
SFW + NSFW!!
A/N: i am detrimentally ill rn so expect spam while im ill !! tysm anon for requesting this mwah ily, everyone feel free to hit up my inbox
SFW !!
âł If he sees things he thinks you'll like, he definitely buys steals them for you
âł I think hes the type of person that dapples in all the love languages, however i can see him being big on words of affirmation
âł Like, is the type to tell you how much he loves you/how pretty you look/how much he appreciates you ALL THE TIME. probably accidentally just slips it out sometimes, just says it as soon as he thinks it
âł Definitely down to do anything you want to do, just say the word and he'll speed you wherever whenever
âł Type to give you loads of little kisses all over your face while you're both giggling over it
âł Dates with Peter can vary between big movie marathons/game nights with an abundance of snacks that he eats most of, to him speeding you over to places you'd brought up that you'd wanted to go to
âł Imagine breaking into an indoor playground/softplay with him after hours (COULD write a fic ab that lmk if u guys want that)
NSFW !!
âł DEFINITELY uses his powers, human vibrator guys HUMAN VIBRATOR
âł That being said, DONT use a vibrator if ur horny, just give Peter a call, he'll be right there
âł DEFINITELY a switch, subby Peter is so dreamy and its canon u cant tell me its not, but if u wanna sub he's down for that too
âł If he's sub, HES SO WHINY, this man is loud he will not hesitate to tell you how good you make him feel
âł DANGEROUSLY GOOD WITH HIS TONGUE.
âł If you're needy for him, he'll eat you out and finger you, and he wont stop unless you ask him to, he definitely gets insanely pussy drunk
âł aftercare king, ESPECIALLY if you've safeworded him this man will be making sure you're the most comfortable you've ever felt in your life
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I Can See You
Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader
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sypnosis: you and clarisse work together to get revenge on a mutual enemy, but when that plan involves pretending to date clarisse, something better than revenge happens. requested by anonymous!
a/n: I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE HOLY FRICK. the beginning is so bad and just like worldbuilding but i PROMISE!!!!! keep reading!!!!!! pls ignore the fact im reusing jackie and tyla iâm attached to them anyways i hope you all enjoy!!
I Can See You - Taylor Swift
(also Dress by tay was the original title sooooâŠ..)
warnings: not proofread, the beginning is so bad i swear it gets better, a little suggestive hahaâŠ., kissing ofc, fake dating!!!!!!!!!, JEALOUS CLARISSE JEALOUS CLARISSE I REPEAT JEALOUS CLARISSE!!!!!!!, swearing, violence, mentions of murder!, protective clarisse the loml, ALCOHOL!!!!! reader gets drunk, allusions to sex, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT please be VERY careful, tell me if i missed anything!!
â-
âWhat the hell are you all doing?â
You had waited until nighttime for a reason, for the light of the full moon and hopefully some peace. You and your siblings looked up at the voice.
Xavier Bones was possibly the rudest and most self-centered person you had ever had the displeasure of meeting. His father was Ares, which made sense, seeing as he had a wicked temper and was strong as shit. Most of the kids from the Ares cabin could probably snap you like a stick if they wanted, but what scares you about Xavier is that he might actually do it.
Heâs rude to everyone he sees, but he particularly has it out for the Aphrodite cabin. Just because Aphrodite kids didnât have skill in battle like Ares kids, or arenât wicked smart like Athena kids doesnât mean theyâre worthless. Xavier just didnât understand anything except brute force.
He didnât understand any other kind of power.
The whole reason youâre out here tonight is to finally finish the potion youâve been making. Amokinesis was strictly a spoken sort of magic, and it was hard to do it to more than one person. But, you and your siblings had decided that maybe you could try and follow in the steps of sorceresses like Medea and Circe, using spelled objects and potions to execute your power. You had been collaborating with a Hecate kid for weeks now, learning everything you could about potion making until you were finally ready to try and make a simple truth potion- love and desire also opened the door to truth.
Aster, the daughter of Hecate who had been helping you, said it was a relatively easy first timer potion and hopefully with your Amokinesis it would come together.
You look up at Xavier, watching as he smiles in disbelief.
âOh, donât tell me youâre trying to make some sort of love potion, huh?â He sits down at the picnic table, curiously leaning in to look at it.
âGet back,â Jackie, your sibling, hisses waving her hand at him so heâll back up.
âOkay, okay,â he smiles, some glint in his eyes. He holds his hands up in mock surrender. âIâm just trying to figure out why youâre wasting all this time, seeing as it probably wonât work.â
âShut up, Xavier,â you sighed. You needed this bad. You needed to prove to everyone that love wasnât a stupid power. You were so sick of Xavier, of everyone and their treatment of the Aphrodite cabin. Jackie wanted so desperately to learn how to use a spear, but no one would pay enough attention to her.
You need this.
âI thought you guys were supposed to be nice?â
You opt to ignore him.
âHm, okay, definitely not nice. Good thing Iâm not either.â
He spits his gum out and drops it straight into the cauldron.
âFucking bitch!â Jackie screams, Tyla looks like sheâs about to cry, and the wooden spoon youâre holding in your hands is about to crack under the pressure.
The potion changes an odd color, a murky brown.
âOops,â he says.
He laughs and walks away, and you faintly wonder what happened to him to make him so cruel.
â-
The next morning youâre all stewing silently at breakfast. Jackie is glaring daggers at the Ares table, Tyla is ranting about how you need to get all the ingredients again, and youâre trying to listen and join Jackie at staring maliciously.
âIâm gonna murder him, I think.â
âIâll help,â you murmur, favoring staring at your hands instead of being caught staring at him.
âDo you think Clarisse will let me borrow her spear? How much would that sting, getting killed by one of your Dadâs weapons, huh?â
âShe probably would,â Tyla mumbles. âShe hates him too, ever since he beat her sparring.â
You resist the urge to scoff. You were there that day, and Xavier had played dirty.
They were sparring, she was winning, when he suddenly pointed behind her and shouted that Ares was there. Of course, everyone had turned to look, and he had disarmed her and kicked her down while she was distracted.
Of course, the next day he was walking around sporting a black eye, but Clarisse had never lived that day down. Xavier had never lived that down, either, exactly why theyâre sitting on opposite ends of the table now.
Jackie stares off into the distance. She lets out a small laugh.
âI have a horrible idea.â
âWhat if we make Xavier fall in love with one of us, right?â
You and Tyla both gag.
âWait, wait! But then we just lead him on, and maybe Clarisse will do us a favor and pretend to date-â
Tyla snorts. âShe would never do that.â
You remember seeing the anger on her face that day. The rage, really, the betrayal. But you remember seeing the sadness too. A part of her had really thought Ares was gonna be there. You remember feeling so, so bad for her.
No one should deserve to feel like that, but it comes with the territory of being a demigod.
âIt wouldnât hurt to ask, right?â
Tyla and Jackie stare at you like youâve just cursed out Hades.
âIâll do it. Tyla, no offense, but I think youâd crack under the pressure. And Jacks, you would just start punching him.â
âYeah,â Tyla murmurs.
âI would,â Jackie agrees.
âI mean, it might actually work.â
â-
You corner her the next day.
Sheâs outside her cabin, practicing some spear forms when you walk over to her. This is all moving so fast, but you canât help the fact that revenge is so fun. Why wait when you can get it now?
Revenge is supposed to be served best cold, but youâve always been a little too handsy, a little too greedy for your own good. You want revenge and you want it now.
âClarisse, hi.â You smile, she spares you a glance and doesnât say anything. âIâm Y/N, you donât know me but I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor.â
The spear stops in mid air. She moves from a offensive position to a standing position, and she looks you up and down so painfully slow that you think your organs are gonna burst.
âWhat?â
âSo, you know Xavier?â you sit down on the picnic bench behind you. âIâm sure you know him, and Iâm sure you know that heâs an asshole. He ruined something me and my siblings were doing, and heâs been so rude to all Aphrodite kids for so long so, we just wanna get him back.
She squints at you. âHow?â
âWeâre gonna use our amokinesis to make him fall in love with me, then maybe, hopefully, we can fake date to make him lose his mind.â
She stares at you blankly for a second. Your heart drops, oh, Gods, you never should have done this.
Youâre gonna be the laughingstock of camp.
ââCause, you know, you both hate each others guts. And if heâs in love with me, but then he sees you and me together- it was this whole thing about making him see the power of love, you know, âcause like-â
She grabs you by your cheeks, pinching your face together, your lips puffing out.
âYou can stop rambling, now.â She smiles in a demeaning way, and you would feel insulted if the way she wasnât gripping your face right now wasnât addicting. âI actually think itâs a pretty great plan. Surprising, but, whatever.â
You ignore that.
âSo, youâll do it?â
âWhen are you gonna spell him?â
âAs soon as possible, tonight, at the bonfire.â
âOkay,â she nods, thinking to herself. âCome meet me before you do it.â
âYeah, sure.â
Clarisse La Rue touched your face. Clarisse touched your face, and you really fucking liked it.
â-
The three of you sit by the edge of the bonfire. You locked eyes with Clarisse a few minutes ago, letting her know youâre here.
Tyla fusses with your hair, even though you all spent an hour making everything about you perfect. It would be nice to look hot if you were gonna make him fall in love with you.
You watch as she makes her way towards the bathrooms.
Her golden skin shines in the light of the fire, she adjusts her shirt, and you swear you see her abs just under the orange fabric-
âClarisse is pretty, isnât she?â Tyla says. âI mean, I almost wish I was the one fake dating her.â
And she is. She is so painfully pretty.
âIâll tell you all about it,â you wink.
When you step into the bathroom, Clarisse locks the door behind you. You turn around and sheâs there. She looks you up and down. You canât make out the look on her face.
âYouâre really trying to impress him, huh?â she smirks. You ignore that.
The ceiling is low in here, so you walk to the corner and reach up at the loose board. You slide it over, reaching inside and grabbing the small bag.
Aphrodite kid secret- makeup is hidden everywhere around camp.
She stares at you. âHas that always been up there?â
You go to the mirror, taking out the mascara and applying another layer.
âUh⊠yeah.â
She leans against the wall next to the mirror, watching you with such an intensity itâs like youâre the one beautiful thing in some bloody war she canât take her eyes away from.
âWe should probably set some ground rules,â you say. She hums. âThis will probably only be for a month or so.â
âThatâs fine.â
You stare pointedly at yourself in the mirror. You, Jacks and Tyla had dumped almost all of your plates into the offerings fire at lunch, hoping for good luck from Aphrodite. With the way your skin seems to glow, your makeup flawless, it seems sheâs pleased by your offerings.
Maybe her and Ares are having a fight up on Olympus, and sheâs itching to see him knocked down a peg, however vicariously through someone else.
âWell, you can do whatever you want to me.â
âI- what?â you blink, staring at Clarisse like she just turned into a cyclops.
âYou can kiss me, hug me, whatever. I mean, we should really do this if weâre gonna do it. Sell it, or whatever.â
âOh, okay. Yeah, I guess you can do whatever too.â
Clarisse can touch you wherever she wants.
You look up discreetly. Please, Mom, you think. Donât let me fall in love with Clarisse La Rue.
Itâs fine to admit to yourself that youâd like to jump on top of her, but sheâs still an Ares kid. Sheâs a bully, if youâre being honest. But can you say that youâre not one too after this?
Love can burn down cities, love can start wars, love can end them. Love is always there from the beginning of your life to your beginning. The doctor who delivered you loves their career. The woman who makes flower arrangement for your funeral loves flowers, even if she hates making them for funerals.
Love is always there, and when itâs used as a weapon you know it is one of the deadliest things.
But youâre too deep in this now.
She walks around so sheâs standing behind you, adjusting her hair in the mirror.
She puts her hand on your hip. You take a deep breath, you pretend. You pretend so hard it might become real.
She smiles brightly in the mirror. âSee you out there, baby.â
â-
You pull your top down. Thatâs the easiest way to get a man to look at you. Pull your top down. You get a few looks as you move through the tree trunk benches, careful that you donât accidentally trip, because that would completely fuck up the plan.
Thereâs a part of you that comes from your mother. The part that some may call vain, but how is it your fault to enjoy the attention that other people are giving you? Itâs not your fault theyâre looking. Itâs not your fault you look like your motherâs daughter.
You walk a little longer, finally setting your eyes on Xavier, sitting across the fire from Clarisse and her group. You eyes meet hers. She pretends to itch her nose, but you can see the laugh sheâs hiding. You take one more deep breath, say one more please to your mother.
âXavier,â you say. âCan I sit?â
He already seems a little shocked that youâre talking to him on purpose, but he quickly recovers and pushes his friend down the trunk.
You sit, your thigh touching his, folding your hands over your legs.
âI just wanted to say, Xavier, that you were right. The other night⊠the potion would have failed anyways. Thank you so much for ruining it when you did. Who knows what could have happened? It could have exploded everywhere.â
You laugh, putting your hand on his arm. He looks up at you, mouth slightly parted.
You said his name twice and heâs already sucked in.
âReally, Xavier, thank you.â You smile softly, looking at his lips before back up to his eyes.
His hand lands on your knee.
âYouâre welcome, sweetheart.â
You watch Jackie walk by. He doesnât hear her whisper. But you see it in his eyes.
You pretend to blush, brushing your hand down his arm before it lands back in your own lap. He leans in closer, until his lips are brushing your ear.
âWhy donât I give you some more things to be thankful for?â
Tyla walks by. He doesnât hear her whisper either.
âOh, I should really get back to Clarisse. Sorry, Xavier,â
His hand tightens on your knee and he pulls back.
âC-Clarisse? What would you be doing with her?â
You feign innocence. âWell, sheâs my girlfriend. I do a lot of things with her,â you giggle. âI just wanted to thank you, but I should get going. Bye, Xavier!â
You blow him a kiss as you stand up, and you can practically see the hearts in his eyes right along with the blazing rage. You can feel him stare as you walk away, hips swaying.
Clarisse is still trying to hide her laugh when you start walking over to her. The tree trunk around her is all full of people, and a few more are even on the ground.
You stand in front of her, smiling softly.
âAre you not gonna let your girlfriend sit down?â
âOf course I am.â
She leans back and pats her knee. She draws you forward by wrapping her big hand around your hip. When you sit down, she rests her hand flat against your stomach, pressing you right to her. Her other hand rests on your thigh.
Please, Mom, donât let me fall in love with Clarisse La Rue. Donât let me like her touching me like this.
Everyone is staring.
Itâs exhilarating.
You twist your face into something serious, trying not to break out into a fit of embarrassing giggles.
Her breath tickles your neck.
âI gotta admit, you little witch, that was impressive.â
You smile and place your hand over hers.
âI know.â
â-
The day after the bonfire, everybody at camp is talking about you and Clarisse.
How long have they been dating? Why did they decide to become public now? I swear I saw Y/N and Xavier getting close, though, what happened?
Youâve been trying not to break out laughing all morning. During breakfast you blew Clarisse a kiss and heard one of your siblings gasp dramatically and mumble about how sweet young love is.
Jackie and Tyla made paper hearts for you during arts nâ crafts, talking loudly about how you were such a lovesick little thing. You know Xavier heard about all of those things, because he stares at you every chance he gets and glares at Clarisse at the same time.
You keep exchanging subtle glances with her, small smiles, secrets in between your gazes. Itâs nice to have something like this.
After dinner, the two of you go to the woods to pretend like youâre having a secret date. Clarisse brings her spear and you bring a blanket.
Youâve been laying there comfortably for a while, arms under your head like a pillow.
âI wanna know how you did it,â she says, turning her spear in her hands. You open one eye to look at her.
âI say his name a bunch of times. With, like, a lot of intention. Then Jackie and Tyla came by and whispered âyouâre in love with the girl in front of youâ and other stuff like that. Itâs hard to explain. Itâs just, like, this power.â
âI was imagining, like, one of those mortal movies, you know? A potion, or something.â
âOh, weâre trying that too. Medea used her amokinesis in the form of potions and spelled objects, so me, Jackie, and Tyla have been talking to Aster, whoâs a child of Hecate, and we tried to make a truth potion.â You laugh, thinking of that night. âThatâs why weâre doing this, actually. Xavier found us and stuck his gum in it, so⊠completely ruined. We have to wait for the next full moon and get all the ingredients. It sucks, whatever, I guess.â
She listened intently the entire time you were talking. Aphrodite kids are always jumping from one thing to another. Clarisse is so focused and single-minded. It feels good to be the center of just one personâs attention. Not having people look at you, but just one person look at you.
âEvery time I see him I think about stabbing him 20 times. Now Iâll think about sticking gum in his ear, too.â She turns to you and smiles.
None of that stupid smirking shit she always does, or those over-exaggerated demeaning smiles, she really smiles at you.
Her smile is really pretty.
You laugh along with her after a second.
âI would love to see that,â you murmur, propping yourself up on your forearms. âWhat really made you agree to do this? I mean, I know you guys surface level hate each other but, come on, I was just rambling and you were all âletâs do itâ.â
âI hate him,â she shrugs. âWhy do you care, anyways? You got what you wanted. Enjoy my beautiful self while it lasts.â
âYeah, okay,â you chuckle.
You donât leave until the stars come out.
â-
The second day after the bonfire, Clarisse invites you to sit with her at lunch. Usually, youâre supposed to stay at your cabin tables, but Chiron is busy all day and no one would snitch on Clarisse.
You walk over with your tray in hand, watching as she whispers something to her siblings. You smile at them before she pats the seat next to her.
âHey,â the boy next to you greets. âIâm Matty.â
He points to the girl across from him. âThatâs Marjorie,â he points to the other boy with dark skin across from Clarisse, âThatâs Daniel,â and finally your eyes land on the blonde girl sitting across from you.
âIâm Sarah,â she smiles. She seems nice, at least. So does Matty. The rest just seem sort of standoffish. Thereâs a scuffle under the table, then Daniel glares at Clarisse.
âHi, Y/N,â he says. âNice to meet you.â
Matty is sickly sweet nice, handsome too, and you almost wonder if heâs really a child of Ares. But heâs got that same focus like Clarisse.
He asks you questions and listens to your answers.
He had the bad stroke of fate in accidentally getting you going about your experiments in potions and amokinesis, and you find yourself shuffling closer to him.
âSorry,â you laugh. âIâll stop torturing you now.â
âNo, no, itâs fine. I love a passionate person.â
You werenât sure if he meant that to be flirting.
Usually youâre good at picking up these things, all Aphrodite kids have a knack for it, but you think heâs just really nice.
You stare at him, tilting your head to the side when Clarisse suddenly grabs your waist and pulls you closer to her. Her breath tickles your neck, just like the bonfire.
âYouâre supposed to be my girlfriend, not his,â she whispers, her chin resting against your shoulder.
You roll your eyes. âAm I not allowed to have a conversation?â
âNot when heâs looking.â You spare a quick glance. Xavier is looking at you, a mix between glaring and starting longingly.
âHe looks like a cross-eyed dog,â you giggle.
And to your surprise, Clarisse presses her face into your shoulder to muffle her laugh.
â-
All the time you spend with Clarisse is like some stupid board game you play with Tyla and Jackie when thereâs nothing else to do. Jenga. That one where you crack the ice and try not to make the polar ball fall.
The games where you chip it away slowly, one by one, wondering if this time will be the time that it falls, if youâll be the one to lose the game.
You push a little more each time with Clarisse. Each conversation, you learn a little more, you chip away a few of her walls.
Itâs addicting to open her up slowly, to get to know her like this. And when itâs just you and her alone, when Xavier isnât around to torture, you swear it doesnât feel fake.
â-
The eighth day after the bonfire, you skip arts nâ crafts to follow Clarisse to the archery range.
While the Apollo kids have all that effortless, natural skill with archery, Ares kids are still deadly. You faintly remember seeing Clarisse shoot once. Even though itâs not her weapon of choice, her aim was deadly and she didnât miss one shot.
Youâre okay with a bow.
Clarisse sees the perfect opportunity to flaunt in front of Xavier.
As soon as you crest the hill, your eyes find his, and he beelines towards you.
âY/N, sweetheart, what can I do for you?â
Itâs easy to switch on that stereotypical persona. You twist your fingers into your shirt.
âYeah, can you help me?â you look up at him, trying to be as disgustingly sweet as you can,
âWhatâd you need?â he takes a step closer, about to cage you in between him and the cart full of bows and arrows.
âCan you help me pick out a bow? I donât know what one would be right for me, I donât know anything about archery. Please?â
He reaches past you, coming close so your back hits the wooden cart. You canât help the way your eyes widen. Heâs bold, youâll give him that. Everyone reacts differently under the spell, but their true personalities still shine through.
He picks one up, running his hand up and down the curved wood. He plucks at the string, nodding to himself.
âThis oneâs fit for a lady.â
You take it, fingertips brushing his. âOh, thank you so much, Xavier.â You give him a small side hug as you run past him, eager to get away from him.
You just need to find Clarisse.
âHey, donât you need some help shooting?â you glance over your shoulder, watching him advance.
Where the hell is Clarisse?
Youâre about to say youâre fine when you suddenly slide into someoneâs arms. You would have slammed into her, if not for the way Clarisse softly reached out to touch your arm, and Gods, you recognize the feel of her skin.
You knew she was there and you gratefully walked forward, your chests touching, her arm around your shoulders.
âIâll take it from here, Xavier.â
You look up at her. Sheâs smiling in that same demeaning way.
Youâve grown to like it.
He doesnât say anything else. You hear him stomp off.
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. When you open your eyes after a moment, you realize how close you are.
Youâre so close itâs just one move and thatâs it. One move and you both know thatâll change it all.
You think she just worked out. You can feel the muscles of her arm against you, you can see the sweat on her hairline, you can see her breathing heavily.
You could just press your ear to her chest and feel everything.
The way her brown eyes reflect the sunshine is mesmerizing. Youâve been looking at her for so long, but itâs like youâre looking into the surface of a lake you swear you recognize, slightly green murky waters, but there was a whole world under the surface if you cared to look.
But you didnât care to look for the Clarisse under the surface. You donât care. You donât want to.
She clears her throat and letâs go of you.
You back up.
âPut that thing down, he probably fucking poisoned it.â
You turn the bow in your hands, but when you look up, sheâs already walking towards the far end of the field.
âWait, wait, what am I gonna use then?â
âMine, obviously.â You drop the bow.
â-
After taking a few deep breaths, and Clarisse going over the basics again, you filled your mind with images of a bow and arrow and not of her eyes. Not of her lips.
Clarisse La Rue hates Aphrodite kids too, just not as much as Xavier, and not enough to resist revenge.
You focus on that. Thatâs why youâre here. Revenge.
Revenge for every fucked up thing heâs said, revenge for every time heâs come too hard at you during capture the flag, revenge for all of your siblings and everyone heâs ever tortured.
âOk, there, thatâs a good stance.â Sheâs raking her eyes up and down your body. But youâre here for revenge. She glanced over her shoulder. âExcept forâŠâ
She presses her body to yours from behind, molding against you like she was made to protect you like this, her hand covering yours, her stance just a little wider. She glides her hand across your arm.
âUp, up, just a little.â Sheâs whispering right into your ear. You let her hands guide you. Your mouth feels dry. âThen let go.â
And how badly you want to let go. You want to let go of these feelings rolling around in your stomach like stones, you want to let go and let them become butterflies and fall into Clarisse.
You prayed to your mother not to fall in love with her, but maybe you should trust your mom. Maybe you should let go.
But you donât.
You let go of the arrow instead, you keep your tumbling feelings inside, and to your shock you only hit a few inches from the bullseye.
The bow swings in your hand.
âHoly shit. Did I- did I just do that?â
Clarisse laughs. âYou did, baby.â
You turn around and throw your arms around her neck, smiling wide and laughing hysterically. The bow was the one weapon you thought you could never master, and here you are after one lesson with Clarisse.
She wraps her arms around your waist, and even though youâve hugged like this a million times, you both know itâs different this time. And you both ignore it.
But for one second, youâre pretending so hard itâs almost real. Itâs almost a real date.
â-
On the ninth day, it all goes to shit.
Sword practice is held just after lunch, when the sun is still high in the sky. The Ares and Aphrodite cabins share the field first, and you, Jackie and Tyla take your time stretching to enjoy the show.
Tyla has to turn around to hide her laugh as you bend over slowly, making sure Xavier is watching, then when you face comes up flushed you smile at him. He smiles back.
You wave to Clarisse and he glares at her.
Jackie says it will take him 5 minutes to ask her to spar. Tyla says 5 too. You say itâll take him maybe 3 minutes.
He spars with one person, a two minute match, then marched right up to Clarisse.
âHow about we go, huh? Want another chance to try and beat me?â
Clarisse was smiling before he walked over, talking to her friends. Her smile fades and is replaced by the dark mask of pure focus.
âIâd love to beat you, Xavier.â
She walks past you to grab a sword from the rack.
Her eyes meet yours. You reach out and put your hand on her face, softly pressing her lips against yours. Itâs a peck. Itâs barely there. At least now you can check off a box and say youâve kissed Clarisse La Rue.
She seems so shocked that youâve actually kissed her you swear she loses her footing for a second. You swear her cheeks are a little flushed. By she stands up taller and ignores it, just like youâve both been doing for so long.
âGood luck, baby!â you call as she walks off to the circle marked off for sparring.
Xavier looks like heâs about to light the grass on fire.
âSheâs gonna beat his ass,â Jackie whispers.
âIf he loses, do you think I should comfort him after?â
âOh, Gods, yes,â Tyla smiles. âThatâs so mean. Weâre so mean.â It feels too good to stop.
Kissing Clarisse almost felt too good to stop. Even that second, one more longer and you would have been sucked in. You decide not to kiss her for however long this goes on.
Once you start kissing her, youâre scared youâll never stop.
Revenge feels to good, and you need this.
As soon as they face each other Xavier springs out with a million offensive attacks, slightly sloppy- you can see his anger. Everyone knows you canât let your emotion get in the way of battle.
Clarisse is calm and counters all his attacks. She even smiles, which makes your stomach flip in a way that isnât fake.
Her sword flicks along his cheek. Itâs a paper cut, barely.
âOh no,â Clarisse fake frets. âYou need me to walk you to the nurse?â
He grunts and launches an attack thatâs just plain stupid. Itâs messy. He swings too wide. She knocks his sword out of his hand.
He goes to dive for it but her sword is already at his neck.
He breathes heavily, staring at her, and itâs suddenly dead quiet. No more talking, no more swords clanging.
Your eyes are flicking in between them like a ball bouncing up and down. But they linger on Clarisse. Of course they linger on Clarisse.
Itâs so quiet you swear you can hear her heartbeat.
âDaddyâs behind you,â he whispers.
She whips around, taking her sword with her, but no one is there. Of course no one is there.
Xavier runs away laughing, and Clarisse turns around. Her cheeks are flushed, sheâs gripping the hand of the sword so tight youâre surprised it hasnât broken off.
Clarisse is not your girlfriend. Clarisse is not even your friend.
But sheâs someone, sheâs someone to you, and you canât stand to see her like this.
You walk forward and put your hand on her wrist, taking the sword from her. Youâre not even in control of your arms and legs.
She stares pointedly at the distance.
âLetâs go,â you whisper, giving her no choice and pulling her along. You throw the sword at the rack.
â-
You end up in Clarisseâs cabin, door clicking shut behind you as you press your back to it. She stays silent for a moment, until she screams and throws someoneâs pillow at the wall. You donât say anything.
You donât say anything but you follow her to her bed.
âIâm so sorry,â you whisper, watching as she sits down, fists clenched so tight you hope she isnât bleeding. âIâm so sorry, Clarisse.â
âYou werenât the one who fell for it. You werenât the one who fell for that stupid, stupid, childish trick. I did.â
âYou wouldnât even be here if it wasnât for us and our plan. If it wasnât for me.â
You sit down on the bed next to hers.
âWhy are you even here? Weâre not actually dating, dummy. You can go.â
âI know,â you murmur. You know. You know you arenât dating. You know you shouldnât be here. âBut youâre still something, Clarisse.â
She slips off her armor.
âIâm not something to you.â
She wants someone else to hurt like she does. She wants someone else to take the fall, to be embarrassed and the center of everyoneâs attention so she doesnât have to.
âIâll never be something to you, Y/N, just- just go away. This is over, Iâm not doing it anymore.â
âYeah, okay,â you mutter. Thereâs something wet in your eyes and your throat tightens up. âThatâs fine.â
You leave silently and you cry in the woods.
â-
When you finally make your way back to your cabin at nightfall, everyone is fussing around you. Your hairâs messy, mascara streams down your face, your shirt is wet with tears.
âWhere have you been?â one of your brothers asks, and the rest of your siblings echo the sentiment.
Tyla doesnât say anything when she sees you. She just wraps her arms around you. Jackie stands just behind her, eyes locking with yours. She knows. She doesnât move. She can see it on your face, she can see it in your eyes.
Aphrodite children are predisposed to fall in love fast and hard. Youâve all gathered around your siblings time and time again when their hearts inevitably got broken.
No one wants to date an Aphrodite kid. Not really.
They all think youâre vain and self-centered. They all think youâre weak and useless.
When it comes down to it, thatâs what you are.
How can you claim to wield the power of love when it brings you to your knees too?
You thought Clarisse was hot. You thought you could leave it at that. You thought you could pretend, you thought you could ignore it.
But the more you think about it, the more tears fall down your face, the more you realize you were ignoring the wrong thing. You spent so much time trying not to want Clarisse you forgot that she doesnât even want you. It stings, like a knife in the chest, it hurts to know youâre making it all up.
But it was always pretend. It was always fake. Thatâs what fake dating is. The Aphrodite side of you just forgot that you couldnât find comfort in her arms, you couldnât memorize the feel of her skin, you couldnât hear the sound of her heartbeat and pretended it beat for you.
You look up at the sky and you want to curse your mother. You want to know why she has abandoned you. But in your heart, you know she hasnât abandoned you. The Goddess of Love is right next to you, and this is what it feels like.
Knives in your heart. Memories of heartbeats, memories of skin, memories of soft voices and secrets and the feeling that something was yours, something was quiet and shared.
âY/N,â Jackie breathes.
The words hurt. You say them anyways.
âI fucked up,â you sob. âI fucked up, Jackie. She doesnât- she wonât, she never will-â
âY/N,â Tyla coos.
âI fell in love. I fell in love, and itâs over.â
â-
You give up on wearing makeup. The sadness still seeps through your face, and you end up crying most of it off anyways. A few of your hoodies are just permanently stained with mascara with how much you cried. The tears stream down your face and carry the little black specks with it.
You try to visualize everything you feel leaving with the black specks. The love, the anger, the sadness, the regret. But it doesnât leave, and youâre too tired of trying to hide from it.
Everyone thinks you miserably broke up, and itâs mortifying to know that Clarisse knows youâre like this, she knows youâre absolutely ruined over this- and it was never even real.
You keep telling yourself that. It was fake. It was never real.
But it feels real, the memories feel real. You know they happened, you know Clarisse touched you so often itâs like youâre burned with it. You say she had to have felt it to, because the more you remember the more you remember the electricity, the charge in the air.
But you might just be making that up.
Lunch is the worst time. Sheâs always so happy at lunch, her and her table laughing loudly. She mentioned to you once, one of those fake star-studded dates in the woods, that sheâs always to tired by dinner time because she trains so hard for most of the day.
You stare at her when no oneâs looking, and everyone can see you better in the bright light of day- and you canât look away.
Tyla mumbles that theyâre gonna get up to make their offerings, she doesnât ask if youâre gonna come. Youâre probably not even going to eat more than a few bites again.
Youâre alone at the stone table.
Xavier sees that as an opportunity.
Love spells are best to break on a full moon. You thought it would go on longer than this, and heâs only become more emboldened by what everyone sees as a breakup.
He sits down next to you, smiling sadly. You prop your head up in your hand.
âY/N, you sad angel.â His hand grazes your shoulder, you canât be bothered to tell him to stop. He places a flower in front of you. âTo cheer you up.â
âThanks, Xavier,â you mutter. He stares at you for a moment longer. Jackie comes back, slamming her tray down onto the table.
âGo away, Xavier,â she says, the same thing she says every day. Jackie has this look in her eyes that lets you know sheâs ready to jump on you if she has to.
You think he would stop trying, but he canât. He canât because of this stupid love spell that ruined everything. And you canât even take it off of him, not until the full moon.
You wouldnât feel like this if it wasnât for that love spell.
â-
There is one a day a year that Chiron turns a blind eye to parties. The summer solstice all of the cabin leaders come together to throw a huge party, mostly centered around the bonfire, food and drinks and even music. Itâs the one night a year where youâre allowed to be teenagers, and itâs not taken lightly.
It even makes you feel a little excited.
âSo what if all that shit happened?â Tyla asked. âWeâre gonna make sure you look as hell at this party, and then youâre gonna go find someone and make out with them in a dark corner. Donât even look who it is. Just grab the first random person and kiss them.â
âOkay, well, Iâm not doing that, but I will do something of the sort. There is definitively some making out on my list tonight.â
âOh, as long as itâs not with Xavier,â Tyla frets.
Jackie kicks her. âIf Y/N makes out with Xavier, I will personally pay Chiron a million dollars to feed both of them to some horrible monster.â
âSupportive,â you muse.
Jackie gasps. âI forgot about this dress.â
âFor which one of us?â Tyla asks.
Jackie turns around, holding up the back dress. Itâs sparkly, a slit up the side, going just to your knees. Itâs ruffled at the chest, thin spaghetti straps for the top. You canât wear it. Itâs too much, too revealing.
You look around the room.
Most of your siblings are wearing worse.
And you need to get your mind off her.
âIâm wearing that.â
Tyla squeals and Jackie lays it out on your bed.
Youâll forget about her tonight, you promise yourself.
â-
The bonfire burns high and bright, and even 20 feet away from it the feeling is burning. Itâs so hot youâre glad you wore this barely there grass, it frees up your skin to touch the cool summer air.
You, Tyla and Jackie had gratefully taken a few too many sips of the alcohol someone had managed to sneak in and was now passing around.
Everything is so funny in the firelight.
Tylaâs tall heels keep sinking into the grass, and you keep giggling when your own do the same. Youâre all holding onto each other, barely able to stand.
There was more nail polish fumes in the cabin than usual, and youâll swear on your life that it gets to your head.
âNoooooo,â Tyla moans, sinking yet again into the grass. She gasps, pointing at the logs currently abandoned. âIâll just walk on those!â
Your heels sink into the dirt.
âMe too,â you say, smiling as you grab Tylaâs hand and begin your ascent. Jackie ran off with an Apollo boy a minute ago, the first of your group to leave.
You grab onto each other, laughing boisterously as you keep almost falling.
âI-I can bare-barely stand!â you shout, giggling as you throw your arms to the sides.
âMe either!â Tyla shouts back. She jumps off, walking between the end of that one to the beginning of the next log.
âHey, do you think I can jump and make it?â
Tyla judges the maybe 4 foot jump.
âI donât know.â
âWell, Iâm gonna try,â you giggle. âIâm gonna jump!â
âWhoooo!â Tyla shouts, laughing too. This entire night is just about you and your friends and laughter. She starts clapping. âY/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,â
You jump, eyes screwed shut, slamming into something mid air and being brought to the ground.
âWh-â you mumble, and Tyla letâs out a gasp.
âAre you trying to kill yourself?â Clarisse scolds, her hands quickly falling from your waist.
And, of course, the first instinct of your intoxicated brain is to start screaming.
Clarisse grabs your arm and drags you off, past the light of the fire and into a space between the cabins. She slaps her hand over your mouth and you shut up.
âAre you going to stop being such a baby now?â
She lets go of your face and you immediately stumble forward so she has to catch you, pressing your finger into her chest.
âYou, demon, are not my mother! So, I donât know what youâre doing.â
She laughs, holding you up.
âOh, youâre drunk.â
âTipsy,â you correct. âAs I was saying, donât you remember, Clarisse, we will never be something to each other.â You push her away from you, heels sinking into the ground and keeping you upright.
Her face falls.
Itâs so dark in here but youâre so close to her you can tell.
âY/N, I-â
You canât listen to her talk so softly. Being away from the heat of the fire clears up your brain.
âWhereâs Tyla?â her hands fall from your hips. âTyla?!â you dig you heels out of the mud, finding her sitting on the log, talking animatedly to Matty about something. âOh,â you mumble.
Theyâre both so absorbed in each other they donât hear you. And suddenly, youâre the last one left.
You head to a nearby table and chug a bottle of water, shoving a cupcake into your mouth.
âIâm not gonna be alone tonight,â you mumble to yourself. You look up at the almost full moon. You eyes scan the crowd. Xavier isnât exactly bad looking, and you just need someone tonight. You need anything.
You donât know where Clarisse is. You tell yourself you donât care.
You move through the crowd, adjusting your hair, breathing in and out. You wonât be alone tonight. You wonât.
You spot him sitting off to the side with his friends, the group of them sharing a bottle just like you did.
âXavier!â you shout. His eyes turn to you immediately. He shoves the bottle into his friends hands, standing up and walking over to you like it was his entire purpose to.
âY/N,â he eyes you up and down. âYou look- you look fucking hot.â
âThank you. Now, dance with me.â
He follows you, his arm gripped in your hand, you can feel him staring at your ass and you donât care, dragging him towards the music, towards the dance floor.
His hand is all over your ass, your thigh, your hips, drawing you closer to him as you spin and his other winds itâs way around your face.
Heâs not her. You canât bring yourself to feel guilty about imagining her hands on you.
You put your arms around his neck, dancing in a way that would probably make your mother blush.
When you open your eyes, theyâre locked with hers.
She seems to have made her way back to her friends, sitting on a log, leaning against her arm and staring at you. Her hands are clenched the same way they were that day. You can see her, you can see her perfectly and she can see you perfectly. She can see you and him.
Good.
You smile at her, waving the way you would have done to Xavier, except now the roles are reversed. He gets to have you, and she has to watch.
His mouth finds your neck. You laugh, throwing your head back, you donât imagine her lips there. You just sink into the moment.
When your lips crash against his, thereâs nothing except hot, hot desire. Like a blue flame, youâre all teeth and tongue, clashing together in a way that is purely carnal.
His hands are everywhere and you love it. Itâs like a game, trying to guess where heâll go next, and it keeps you so wonderfully distracted.
He tugs at the slit of your dress. You pull away for air.
âN-not here. Not yet.â
His greedy hand remains where it is until you shove it down, laughing lightly.
âMaybe later,â you whisper.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he mumbles into your neck. âJust let meâŠâ he spins you two around, his hand slips under your dress, against your bare ass.
âXavier-â you push at his greedy hand again.
âSo, so beautiful, like youâre a witch-â
Heâs ripped away from you.
You watch in horror as Clarisse grabs him by the front of his shirt and punches him square in the face.
You start screaming obscenities at the top of your lungs.
Xavier only seems to find it funny.
âYou fuckinâ jealous, Clarisse?â he laughs. âFuckinâ jealous, wonder if heâd be proud of you now, beating up his own son for a daughter of Aphrodite?â
She punches him again. Again.
âFuckinâ jealous?â he says again, laughing, spitting out blood. âAre you fucking jealous?â
One of her siblings finally grabs her and pulls her away. She shoves them off of her.
âIâll kill you,â she whispers to him. He doesnât seem scared at all. You stand there and watch, stupidly, feeling like a bird from the skies watching it all unfold, unable to do anything. âStay away from her. Stay the fuck away from her.â
She looks at you, you faintly realize the musicâs stopped.
âClarisse-â
âSheâs not yours!â Xavier laughs from the ground. âThe weak Aphrodite girl doesnât belong to you, thatâs gotta sting, Clarisse-â
A love spell only changeâs oneâs emotions towards a person. Their personalities are the same. They way they behave under a love spell is the same way theyâd behave in a regular relationship, except with a lasting relentlessness.
âShut up, Xavier!â you shout. Youâre so sick of him. Sick of his bullshit. He canât even make out with you without thinking about the next step.
You see it fade from his eyes.
It shouldnât be.
You watch in horror as the spell falls, you realize this all wasnât supposed to happen. You were never supposed to actually kiss him.
âWitch,â he mumbles. He was just moaning that against your cheek a minute ago.
He holds his hands to his already red face.
âYouâre a fucking witch.â
Everyone is looking at you, for once in your life, you hate it.
âIt wasnât supposed to be like this,â you whisper.
Your eyes meet Clarisseâs. You canât tell whatâs on her face. You walk away.
â-
She finds you under the stars. Of course she does. You didnât know where else to go. Cabin too stuffy. The lake is too far. The only place left is the woods, the spots where you would go with her.
She stands behind you. You can hear her breathing.
âDo you need something?â you mutter.
âI was selfish,â she starts.
You snort. Clarisse La Rue is a lot of things, youâll be here all night.
âAnd I was hurt. So I took it out on you, which I really, really regret. You didnât deserve that and it wasnât true.â
It wasnât true.
âUm, I was scared. So I made a decision for the both of us. But Iâm not scared anymore.â
You place your hand on the grass next to you.
She sits, you donât look at each other.
âThat was all I had planned, but more has happened, so⊠uh, I was watching you the entire night, I guess. Not in a creepy way. I mean, you look, that dress⊠I couldnât take my eyes away. Then you almost killed yourself on the logs.â
You smile.
âAnd I touched you again and I just, it was so much. Then you were on the dance floor, and he was all over you and- I was jealous. I was so jealous, like, I was actually about to go insane. And I saw you push his hand away, I saw him do it again, and IâŠâ
âWent insane, berserk, crazy? Lost all proprietary?â
âYeah,â she murmurs. âAll of that. Iâm not gonna apologize for punching the shit out of him. But I am sorry for the things I said.â
âDid you mean it?â
She just seems grateful youâre talking to her.
âMean what?â
âThat it wasnât true.â
âIt wasnât true.â
You finally look at her. It feels so good to let go. To finally look at her, finally see her.
âI-I was just angry, and I-â
Youâre sick of hearing her talk.
Itâs nothing like the kiss with Xavier.
Its slow and sweet, heady like syrup, and you feel like youâre sinking beneath the current of some river. Your hands are on her face, she rests hers on your neck.
The kiss was Xavier was pure passion, no love, just bodies and bodies and no thoughts between them. This is all care, this is all slowness, this is all appreciation. Itâs faces and faces, singular focus, one intent.
You pull away.
âI was so jealous,â she breathes, like itâs an explanation for the way she grabs you closer, harder, more, kissing you like Xavier did except itâs all erased. You canât even remember what it feels like for someone else to touch you, let alone kiss you.
It just feels like her. It all feels like her, before her and after her.
When she finally starts to kiss down your neck, itâs so slow again, itâs like she canât believe youâre in her arms, itâs like she canât believe sheâs got your hands on you. You grab her shoulders, you have her.
You look up towards the sky. Sorry I ever doubted you. Thanks, Mom.
You could see her across from you, you could see her on the dance floor, but now you can see her.
â-
y/n, talking to matty: yes iâm like about to slay amokinesis in a way it has never been slayed before
clarisse, who is NOT catching feelings: what the hell is this bitch doing to my girl
clarisse: ykw⊠im just gonnaâŠ. take her back thank you oh wdym no heâs looking we gotta fake date obvi (clarisse does not care if heâs looking)
â-
y/n, about to fucking die: iâm a bird! iâm jumping!
clarisse: no the fuck youâre not!
â-
clarisse when y/n is dancing in THE DRESS: oh iâm bricked up
â-
clarisse: if this bitch doesnât get OFF my girl iâm gonna KILL SOMEONE
literally everyone: YOUR girl????
clarisse: nvm iâm just gonna fight him
everyone: not a logical solution???
â-
shoutout to jackie, tyla, and matty the loves of my life COULD NOT DO THIS WITHOUT THEM
also the tyla and matty agenda WILL be pushed
â-
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azriel's first smile
azriel x reader
fluff
Azriel was enchanting. The mystery that was him drew you closer, like a game. Victory was making him smile, taking him out of his usual stoic demeanor. But the odds were never in your favor. He never gave in.
Thatâs what you though about as you concluded the story, watching Cassian and Mor burst out laughing. âAnd so i punched Eris in the face!â Your eyes flickered to the living room table, where Rhys and Azriel discussed important reports. The High Lord had a small smile, overhearing your tale. Azriel didn't.
"You've definitely had too much to drink," Rhysand said from his seat. You made a face at him and turned to your expectant friends.
"Do you want to know what I did next?" They nodded eagerly. Mor was already trying to contain laughter before you began.
"I pulled my fist back and went to kiss him." Cassian's mouth dropped open before he joined Mor in hysterical laughter. "Yes, I did," you laughed too, remembering that night.
Your laughter abruptly stopped as a cold, sharp voice cut through the joy. "Can you let us work, Y/n? Move your drunken stories somewhere else, please."
It was Azriel. Not even bothering to look at you. As if you were the most insufferable annoyance.
"Azriel," Cassian barked in a threat. At least you could always count on your friend having your back.
Azriel breathed out heavily and stood up, walking towards you. He stopped in front of you, offering his hand. "You're very drunk," he said, almost sympathetically. "I'm taking you to your room."
"You're no fun," Cassian told him, but Azriel kept his eyes on you.
Mor interrupted. "She's a grown woman, Az. Let her be."
To their surprise, you took Azriel's hand and followed him.
He opened the door to your room and stepped aside to let you in. You tried not to stumble as you walked past him and sat on your bed, watching as he closed the door and leaned against it, staring right back at you.
"What?" you whispered, startled by the thought of Azriel being in your room for the first time.
"You're drunk," he said, but it was a question. You nodded, confused. "So you won't remember much tomorrow morning?"
You hoped you would. "Probably not," you said instead, curious where this was going. But he remained silent for a long moment.
"Did you really kiss him? Did you really kiss Eris?"
What?
You swallowed hard before nodding again. He looked down. "Why do you ask?" You tried to make sense of the conversation. "You knew all along I had to. It was Rhys' plan."
"I know," he murmured. "Did you... do you like him?" You were speechless, and he finally looked up to meet your eyes. "You seemed like you were having a good time together..."
"I was pretending, Az," you responded simply. Was he... curious if you liked Eris, really?
"Were you?" he asked hopefully.
You had to contain a laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Of course, Az. I didn't like him one bit. He's not my type," you chuckled.
"You have a type?" How could he make you laugh and then blush and fluster the next second - the power he had over you...
"Well, I don't know. But I know who I like and who I don't," you said, muttering authoritatively, trying not to tremble at the intimacy of his questions.
"Oh... and do you like someone?"
Oh. Oh.
"I'm too drunk to answer that," you said nervously.
"Yes, you are," he replied as a smile bloomed on his face.
And somehow, you had won.
-Charcaters by Sarah J Maas
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a/n: guys is it a tumblr problem or no one is actually sending in requests? haha no but i'm seious i get none in my inbox and i dont know if it is a me problem or suddently no one wants to send. its okay however, as long as you like what i write im happy :)) have agood day.
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YOUR YUJI FIC WAS SO YUMMY đł I would love a part 2 if youâre ever up for writing it! đ„č
GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEAD. ME. ME. I AM BACK AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH (im sorry i just missed writing). well, anyways, with me comes the power of horny <3
ps: this took me fucking four days to write and i don't even think it's good đđ writers block is a bitch
đ§žlearning some lessons ft. yuuji itadori!
continuation of my previous fic "teaching some lessons", so, i suggest read that first to ensure you're fully immersed into the horny storyline. set-up: yuuji itadori. the quarterback, the guy you're giving "sex ed" lessons, and ofcourse, the brother of your childhood best friend sukuna. what could ever go wrong with this combination? nothing, i hope? warnings: contains nsfw concepts such as yuuji's first time, overstimulation, penetration, a bit of porn logic. and as always, sukuna, nobara and megumi are fucking menaces. stay blessed y'all, and minors DO NOT INTERACT I WILL FIND YOU AND HUNT YOUR ASSES. [ALSO A LITTLE BIT OF TOJI AND GOJO SLANDER IM SORRY] wc: 6.4k porn with A LOT of plot [like 70% plot im sorry]
"dude." megumi's usual nonchalant demeanor had faded in a matter of seconds. now, each of his drawled out words had a certain twinge of dread, "this is actually fucking insane."
"hm?" the pink-haired quarterback didn't even bother to dignify his best friend's statement with a proper answer. he was too busy rapidly pressing the controls, trying to get the shots right.
but megumi's hand had gone slack, the controller barely held limply in his palm. he turned to stare down the forementioned pink-headed idiot. he repeated himself, "yuuji."
"gumiâ" yuuji hissed back, "we're losing, fucking focus."
"you just told me that you're fucking sukuna's best friend. her." megumi deadpanned, "the only thing i need to focus on is arranging your funeral."
yuuji hissed through his teeth as his player got shot right in the head and a definitive 'GAME OVER' flashed all across the tv screen. he sunk backwards into the comfortable couch at the fushiguro household. megumi shifted backwards too, slumping next to his best friend with a resigned sigh.
the house was eerily quiet, save for the sounds of the background score of the game playing in the background. yuuji knew tsumiki was out shopping with her friends, and gojo was out annoying the hell out of someone or the other (possibly, coach nanamin). who else was to be considered in the fushiguro household? toji fushiguro? he was an enigma. he came when he felt like and left just as soon. a model poster boy for giving people daddy issues, yuuji presumed.
"have i told you your couch is super nice?" yuuji asked as he stared at the overhead lighting before sweeping his gaze over the modern living room.
"multiple times."
the quarterback snorted, "you remember the time i got drunkâ"
"âand tried to take the couch home. yes, i do. i also remember the time sukuna chased you with a knife cause you took his last pack of cheetos. imagine what he would do when you take his best friend."
yuuji pouted, giving megumi a side-eye he couldn't miss, "you're no fun."
"be for fucking real." the raved head sat up, turning towards yuuji at lightning speed. his eyes squinted in scrutiny, "you're the one making idle chit-chat as if sukuna isn't gonna kill you the moment he finds out what you and her have been up to."
"yeah butâ" yuuji sighed, rubbing his palms against his face slowly, "is it really that big of a deal? i mean, it's just a few lessons here and there. it's not like she likes me or somethingâ"
"âyeah, she probably won't. ever. considering she called you her little brother."
"oh, fuck off, gumi. that was when we were five."
"just pointing down the obvious."
"i knew i should have told nobara about the situation. she would have given much better advice."
"kugisaki would have laughed at you so hard, she would have cried." megumi got up, probably to get some more chips. as he left, he quipped over his shoulder, "you're catching feelings for someone who doesn't have that kind of interest in you, itadori. you will end up looking like an idiot at the end. and possibly dead."
well, maybe megumi fushiguro had a point. but that point was so goddamn hard to see with your thighs pressed on either sides of his face.
đ§žlesson 04: maybe making girls cry is okay sometimes
"mhm- ngh oh my god. yuu." yuuji placed his tongue flat against your pulsating clit. you bucked into his face, pressing his mouth messily to your hot core as you showered him in breathless praises.
nobody was home. kuna was probably gonna be home later at night and so, you both had decided his room as the venue for your next 'lesson'.
you weren't even sure which numbered orgasm it was at this point. and you weren't sure if you even existed anymore outside of yuuji and his face and his tongue and yuuji.
red, hot need ran it's course through your body as the jock manhandled you. his calloused palms pulled your jerking hips downwards to steady them and then, pulled you hastily towards himself. yur jaw fell open, going slack at the torturous stimulation yuuji had the audacity to hum in approval when you momentarily went slack under him.
"yuuji, yuuji. yuu. pl-please please- stop. st-" tears pricked at your eyes as you called out his name in a futile attempt to get him to stop. your hands bunched at his sweaty locks, pushing and pulling to get his wicked tongue on your sensitive cunt to ease up.
but the jock was unforgiving.
his tongue dipped within you, your muscles contracting and spasming against his pretty face as his nose dug deeper against your clit. his tongue was fast, delving in and out of you methodically as you bucked and keened under his touches. the salty tears fell down your cheeks.
"yuuâ" you mumbled in a weak voice and he finally looked up so as to assess the damage.
"hm?" his mouth finally parted from yours, messy and sticky.
and when yuuji looked up at you, he was sure this is the last sight he would see before he was condemned to hell for the rest of eternity. your eyes were watery, lips swollen and quivering. you could barely keep your vision straight before you clenched your eyes shut and tried to pry him off of yourself.
so fucking pretty that it made him ache. and that only pushed him to kiss inner thigh and lick a soft stripe up your gushing cunt, getting back to what he was previously doing.
"fuck fuck fucâ yuu, no. no more. p-pleaâ fuck." you stomach was full of something hot and molten, something jittery and unstable. something that sounded and tasted a lot like yuuji itadori.
the quarterback stayed on his knees, bringing his forefinger and thumb to pinch and rub your wet clit as your thighs shook, your eyes rolled backwards and your back arched. he grinned â a feral sight â as you finally came undone on his tongue again.
he finally pulled himself upwards, using his discarded tshirt to clean off his face. as he stood before you, all he could do was watch you awestruck.
you were heavenly.
your spent figure was slumped on his bed; t-shirt pushed up to expose your bruised tits and your legs pressed together as you tried to come back on mother earth. your eyes were still closed, cheeks wet from tears and yuuji had to stop himself from begging you to let him fuck you tonight.
but he abstained. of course not. that was insane. you would never let him go that far, would you? so, instead he chose to lie down next to you and pull you into his chest.
you nudged your cheek against his pecs, finding refuge in his warmth and he gladly let you, allowing a small smile on his face. his fingers came up to push back strands of hair from your sweaty forehead and then wipe away the salty tears that had made home against the plane of you cheeks. once he was sure you had caught your breath, he pressed a sweet kiss to your skin. finally, he mumbled, "sorry, did i go too far?"
you shook your head no, curling further into him with ease. and he let you. he shifted his position so as to allow your skin on his, so as to press his nose to your hair and smell that strawberry shampoo, so as to almost pretend for a second that you were his.
but you didn't let the show run for long. a few minutes later, as you felt the energy returning to your body, you attempted to get up.
the jock's eyebrows furrowed, he sat up with you, "something wrong? do you want something? water orâ"
"âno, no." you turned to give him a weak smile, "i think i'm just gonna go shower before kuna is home and he finds me like this."
oh. ofcourse. how could he forget the ever-looming threat that was sukuna?
"can you walk?" he asked earnestly, offering you his tshirt so you could put it on, "i can walk you to the shower, if you want."
"i'll be okay, yuu." you poked your head through his shirt, trying to stand up. but your legs immediately wobbled and you lost balance, "âfuck. okay. i guess not."
yuuji offered you a smile, picking you up bridal style as you squealed at his action. a blush crept up your neck and face, "what are you doing?!"
"what? i think i should be responsible for the mess i create, shouldn't i?" he gave you a cheeky smile, the kind where the cut under his eye came alive and he grinned ear to ear. a boyish grin, perhaps. and you were fortunate enough to be on the recipient end of it.
you weren't sure what it was that you felt for yuuji, or what you didn't. all you knew that right now â as he carried you out of his room clad in a t-shirt that smelt like him â it was as if he was aware of the sudden jump your heart and wanted nothing more than to be the cause of your untimely death.
"you don't have to do this." you mumbled.
what did 'this' refer to, exactly? you weren't quite sure. was it the fact that he had entertained your drunken idea for such a long amount of time? or was if the fact that in the moments even when you weren't offering him something physical, he still looked at you as if you hung up stars in the night sky for him? maybe it was as simple as the fact that he was carrying you to run you a bath.
he stayed quiet and you repeated yourself louder, "really, yuuji, you don't have to."
"i want to." and that was all he said.
you felt his biceps tense under you as he shifted your weight on one arm and attempted to open the door with the other. he gave you a reassuring smile, and you nudged your face against his chest to hide your embarrassment at his simple answer.
once he finally was through, he walked into the lliving room, attempting to make his way to the bathroom down the hallway wheâ
"YUUJI?!" a voice boomed from the door and both of you whipped your head to look at the man that stood there.
ever heard of divine intervention? yeah, this was whatever the fuck is the opposite to that. satanic intervention. cursed intervention, perhaps.
"ONâONICHAN?!"
"CHOSO?!" you scrambled off of yuuji, hitting the ground with a muffled thud.
choso immediately looked away from his half-naked brother and the girl in his brother's t-shirt*.
(*yeah, okay, just try to understand the family dynamics for a second. choso [24] is the oldest and he has graduated uni and has a job now. sukuna and (yn) [21] are in their third year, and yuuji [20] is in his second. choso knows who (yn) is since you and kuna are childhood besties or whatever. so... yeah okay, back to the shitshow đđ»)
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" choso asked loudly, his eyes still averted from you both so as to not accidentally see your exposed form.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" yuuji retorted as you hid behind his broad figure instinctively, trying to recover whatever ounce of modesty you had.
"I OBVIOUSLY HAD THE KEY TO MY OWN HOME?!"
"WELL, DON'T WALK IN UNANNOUNCED? DO YOU HAVE NO MANNERS?"
"yuuji."
"IM SORRY 'NICHAN!!"
and that is how choso found out about your little arrangement. and that is how you both decided to never have another rendezvous session at the itadori's.
đ§žlesson 05: you got this, itadori!
"what the fuck?" megumi asked slowly, eyeing yuuji as the jock shoved some french fries down his mouth.
"YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" nobara repeated, louder. to which, megumi gave her a side-eye, "we're in public, kugisaki."
yuuji took his time, sipping his coke before shrugging, "yeah, so, 'nichan found out."
nobara shook her head, "no. no. turn around 360â"
"â180. 360 makes a circle."
"die, megs. anyways, turn around and tell me that part of the story where you startedâ" the red-head shuddered, "âdoing stuff with senpai. why?! how?! why?! how??"
yuuji took a bite from his burger before saying, "well, she offered."
"fuck that all. it's old news."
"for you. cause, apparently, i was left out of the loopâ"
"âmuch sad. anyways, is choso okay with you and her? or is he gonna snitch you out to sukuna?"
"i mean, no. i don't think so, no." yuuji tried to steal a fry off of nobara's plate and she smacked his hand off, "ow kugisaki! whatever. he gave me a long lecture about how i should actually pursue her and officially ask her out if we wanna keep doing this. after that, for whatever unrelated reason, he cried about how quickly we grew up."
"virgin behavior." nobara stuck out a tongue, quickly reeling out of her disbelief over the fact that yuuji was getting some, "i mean, that's old-fashioned. you don't have to date her, you know?"
"but your brother's not wrong, is he?" megumi offered. "don't keep doing this just cause you want a way to get your dick wet."
"megs, it's not 1920. they are consensual adults and they can just fool around if they're on the same page."
"yeah but about thatâ" yuuji tried to sneak in a fry from megumi's plate now, "âi think i'm in love with her. and i am pretty sure the feelings are one-sided."
"huH?!"
"what?" the jock looked at the two dumbfounded, "i like her. she's pretty and smart and i thinkâ i like her."
he didn't think he liked you. he knew that he was whole-heartedly, as stupidly as humanly possible, in love with you.
but he didn't bother mentioning the fact.
he didn't bother mentioning a plethora of things, in fact. first, that his heart had been offered to you at the ripe age of four when he first realized that sunlight got caught against your hair strands somewhat magically, and when you smiled, he smiled; and that when he cried, you kissed his imaginary wounds better even when sukuna made fun of him.
he didn't bother mentioning that when he asked you to marry him, there was only such a small part of him that was 'joking', the larger chunk of him would have exchanged his soul for some sort of forbidden alchemy to be with you.
he didn't bother mentioning that when he was thirteen, a slew of girls had asked to be his girlfriend, and he had turned down each one of them to sneak in his first kiss with you.
but all those years of pining just turned into a small ball of anxiety, ever-growing in his stomach. he knew you didn't feel the same. so, he didn't bother saying any of that. because, well, frankly, his situation seems just a tiny-teensy bit pathetic.
"i guess i just like her... just a bit." he repeated, more to himself than others.
"we heard the first time. and the second."
"DUDE" nobara's eyes widened, "she's sukuna's best friend."
"hey, what happened to the fact that we are consensual adults fooling around?"
"oh no, fuck that. i was humoring you." nobara shook her head, "sukuna's gonna murder you."
"yeah, i know." yuuji sighed, his playfulness replaced by something more mature, "i am not gonna ask her out. i think i'm gonna call thisâ whatever this isâ off. i don't want her to lose her friendship with 'kuna, and she... well, she probably doesn't like me anyways."
megumi and nobara exchanged a sorry expression among themselves before looking back to yuuji. but the jock put on a smile, "ah it's fine, it was fun while it lasted." he leaned back in his seat, "wanna catch a movie after this? human earthworm is out."
so the quarterback had gone back home that day with a certain resolve. he would call this off.
he put on his lucky red sweatshirt, put on the cologne you had complimented once when he had gone for one of his lessons, and he put on his best fake smile. as he passed by sukuna in the living room, he guiltily looked away from him and walked out of the door as soon as possible.
"where ya going?" the tatted man asked, not looking up from his phone.
"nowheâ" he sighed, running a hand through his hair before he bent downwards to put on his shoes, "with gumi and nobara. we're going to the arcade."
"you've been hanging out with the fushiguro kid quite a lot nowadays. a lot of sleepovers."
yuuji's fingers halted, slowly fidgeting with the shoelaces before he threw sukuna a casual look, "he's my friend. and his dad is out of town so i go over. got an issue?"
"nah, do whatever." kuna met his eyes but then went back to his phone without saying much. a beat later, he continued, "well, let me know if you'd be home in time for dinner."
yuuji stood up, dusting off his clothes, "you're cooking today?"
"yeah, thought i'd invite her over. she likes that pasta i make."
at the mention of you, yuuji looked over sukuna once. a sharp sting suddenly erupted in his chest like someone had hit him. hard. and, so, without saying anything more, the younger itadori immediately left through the main door.
things must end.
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his fingers skimmed over the ringing bell in front of your apartment as his feet nervously shuffled around at the door. he knew you were on the other side, waiting for him. as the door swung open, he was face to face with your housemate.
"hey?" maki raised an eyebrow, a smug smile on her lips. she was dressed as if she was leaving to go somewhere, "she's in her room."
yuuji simply pursed his lips, nodded and moved past his senior. before walking into your room, he stalled in front of the door, threw his head back to catch maki about to leave, "kugisaki says hi, by the way."
and if yuuji didn't know any better, he would have assumed the glare maki gave was one well-intended to kill him.
he wasn't sure if the room was chilly or if the reason for goosebumps was something else, but nonetheless, he shut the door behind him and stepped into the room. as he came in view with the bed, he found you casually on your back, scrolling your phone.
"yuuji!" you smiled as you sat up, a familiar warmth spreading over your face at his presence. but he merely nodded, his lips drawn into a thin line.
"um," you fidgeted, standing up hastily and laughing to ease the awkwardness, "so, uhâ did maki let you in?"
"yeah, she did."
"oh, well, she's going out, so we don't need to worry about her." you paused for a second before your expression fell and you tried again, "hey?"
but a same monotone expression fell across his face, "hey."
"um... is something wrong? in a bad mood or something?"
"not quite." yuuji rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the cold, wooden floors, "i wanted to talk. to you, i mean."
you nodded, although he didn't look up at you to register your expression. he continued softly, "we should stop this."
"what?"
"iâ" he looked up at you, quickly sneaking in a steadying breath, "i wanted to thank you for the 'lessons'. it's been fun and i learnt so much, really. but you don't have to do it anymoâ"
"why?" you interrupted, "did someone find out?"
"what? no."
"then?" you stepped towards him, your unyielding gaze trained on his face, "do you not... want to do it with me anymore?"
"no, ofcourse not." his eyes widened and he stepped forward in a desperate attempt to comfort you. his palms found purchase against your cheek, "no. that's not what i meant."
"what do you mean then?" you looked up at him, confused.
"i-" he looked at you softly, "i really can't ruin your friendship with sukuna anymore. we need to stop. it has gone for... for way too long, now, hasn't it?"
"âit's just been a few months."
"come on. we both know we need to stop." he confessed, and as his words left you hollow, so did his touch. he pulled away from you and stepped back a teensy bit to allow you some space. "it will be for the best."
you looked at him for a beat. and then one more. finally, "kiss me."
and the jock obliged without any hesitation. his lips were familiar against yours, his hands on your cheek, and his body weight pressing onto you and pushing you backwards into the bed.
the back of your knees hit the wooden frame and you stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed with a muffled thud. but yuuji didn't bother following you and caging you underneath him. instead, he stood at the edge, waiting.
"yuu?" you asked softly.
"are you sure about this?"
and you weren't sure if he was asking that question to you or himself. you weren't sure if his fingers were shaking from the betrayal or the need to hold you against him. but you nodded your head anyways, "yeah. if this is it. if this is the last time then indulge in my stupid ideas one last time." you paused, "please?"
he nodded before swiftly throwing off his hoodie off of his torso an onto the floor. bruises from a few days before laid tattered across his tan skin and his biceps flexed and moved as he slowly caged you under him.
"fuck," he breathed in slowly, taking in your low-lidded gaze, "you're so fuckin' pretty."
your fingers found solace in his pinkish locks and you pulled him closer â till your skin smelt like his perfume and his stuttered breath hit your lips, "yuuji."
"hm?" his eyes ran over your face, and the adoration in his eyes made you feel like he would set the world aflame if you so as even asked him to.
"fuck me."
his pupils widened, cheeks flushed and a breathless gasp got stuck in his throat. at his reaction, you pulled him downwards, kissing him softly before the tendrils of passing seemed to nip down on both of you. soon after, you were nothing more than messy kisses, clashing teeth and wrong decisions.
"fuuckâ ha-harder." he moaned as your fingernails sunk into his scalp, pulling him harder against yourself.
your hands travelled downwards to his chest and you pushed him away only to turn him around and straddle his hips. your pelvis rolled over his, the delicious friction driving you delirious as you peered down at the man under you â kiss-bitten lips, tousled hair, flushed cheeks.
yuuji itadori looked at you as if you were his god.
and you played along. rolling your hips, tracing a finger from his jaw down to his pecs as your lips traced the path with soft kisses soon after.
his hips stuttered, trying to meet your shallow teases before he mumbled out a soft, "take off your clothes."
you smiled, putting on a show for him as you slipped out of your tshirt. leaving yourself exposed to his preying eyes, you slowly took off the bra.
"shit, look at you." he raised himself on his elbows, coming upwards to softly kiss your warm skin before slowly licking over your nipple as another hand fondled the other. your head was thrown back at the feeling of his warm mouth on you while his fingers softly tugged at the other.
soon after that, you found yourself rocking yourself on his long fingers as he sunk his teeth in your neck, getting off on the pretty sounds you made as you rut against him almost as desperately as he was. when he caught you sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, he pulled your face towards his and kissed you senseless. when he pulled away, his hot breath fanned over your lips, "don't. let me hear, please."
and so senseless moans tumbled down your lips as you you came, still rutting against his hand.
when your breath stilled and you finally met his gaze, all you could was breath out an airy, "fuck me, please."
flushed face, hazy eyes, your mouth parted so prettily at the end of the sentence. who was itadori yuuji to deny you of anything?
"say that again."
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"n-no protection? are you... sure?"
god, he was adorable.
you held back a laugh as you re-assured him a millionth time, "i'm on birth control, so, no. trust me."
"hm. hm." his breath was caught in his throat as if it were a jagged rock. your hands on his torso felt warm â too warm â as if they would char him and you blinked up at him so prettily as you laid atop those pillows.
"i- one second. i-" his voice was thick, hands slightly shaking as he tried to guide his erection into your slick cunt.
"yuu," you cooed and he looked at you in part hope, part confusion. a laugh escaped you at his expression, "you look like a kicked puppy."
"so-sorry, imjustnervousâ" he mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours.
"yuu," you repeated, "this is your first time, right?"
he nodded so softly that it was entirely too easy to miss it. you held back an amused grin, "let me help, okay?"
shockwaves ran through his body as your soft hand slowly took ahold of his dick and ran the tip over your clit, gathering your wetness on the mushroom tip. you both held back a choked sigh as your hand continued the same up and down, up and down, up and down motion till you felt as if yuuji was going to cry just from the teasing.
"h-heyâ"
"sorry, sorry. no more teasin', i promise." you replied cheekily, fingers finally guiding him to your sloppy hole. and as the tip finally pushed past the first ring of feeble resistance, a shuddering gasp left the man above you.
pushing in inch by inch, you gasped at the sinful stretch of him filling you. your walls spasmed slightly against him, hugging him so sinfully tight that he wondered if he would pass out just right now. but he couldn't. so he commanded himself to keep moving forward till he was all but buried within you.
"s-shit." his breath was heavy against the dip of your neck and you ran a soft hand through his hair, "you okay, yuu?"
"ye-yeah." he shook his head slowly, descending down on you to sink his teeth into your skin again as he started moving slowly.
"jus like thatâ yeah."
at first his thrusts were slow and shallow, as if he was just testing the waters. but as you found you keening into his touches and moaning as his tip rubbed against a certain spot, he grew sure of his actions.
his thrusts were now harder, a bit more precise and his tempo increased as you dug your heels on his back and tugged on his hair to keep him going.
"jesus" you gasped, back arching off slowly as his lower abs caught friction against your clit and his dick started ramming into your with a periodic rhythm. "fu-fuck is it your fuckin first time? for fucks sake, yuuji nghâ"
his breath was laboured, a thin layer of sweat adorning his forehead and nose, "im a quick learner, fuckâ you're shi-shit, you're so fucking perfect."
lifting himself up slightly, his hand snaked in between your bodies and he found himself thumbing at your clit with ease.
"yuujiâ" your voice pitched up as his circles grew in pressure. already overstimulated from his administrations on your poor cunt, you felt the pressure building inch by inch till it grabbed ahold of your body and shook you to your very core.
under him, you grabbed hastily at the sheets, at the pillow, at his hair, at anything to keep yourself on this plane of consciousness as he kept drawing messy figures on your clit and fucked into your cervix with reckless abandon.
and that unsteady, familiar feeling grew and grew and grew till it turned your body to jello and burst inwards, "f-fuck shit, ohmygod im cummin im cummin im cummâ FUCK YUUJIâ"
his fingers pressed hastily against your lips but the cockiness in his voice practically dripped off of him and onto you, "shh, someone might hear, pretty."
his thrusts grew erratic, nudging him more and more towards a certain, familiar kind of high. his face found solace against your shuddering body as he cursed and spilled inside you.
"fuck." he cursed one last time as he breathed you in, just laying atop you having spent himself.
he slowly pulled himself upwards, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose, and you gave him a spent smile, the kind that had quickly became his favorite. he slowly pulled himself out, and caught the milky white gushing out of your cunt.
and with that, itadori yuuji lost all sanity.
next you knew, your face was being pressed into the mattress, your cunt being ravaged by his unforgiving dick ramming in and out easily.
"fuc-fuck, sogood so fuckin' goodâ"
his chest was against your back, his weight pressing down on your so deliciously and trapping you under him. you pressed your face harder into the mattress, screaming out muffled renditions of his name as he softly pinched your clit.
"i'm sorry, baby, im so fuckin' sorry" but he sounded anything but sorry as he whispered hotly in your ear, both his fingers and his dick doing everything in their power to turn you into nothing more than a woman maddened with his touch.
your fingers sunk into the sheets underneath, your death-grip growing even more deadlier as he fucked into you as a man depraved.
"this 'sthe last time," his words slurred as he left sloppy kisses down your neck, "promise, i promise."
but those promises were nothing more than candied words on his pretty lips, because now he had you on top of him, your back against his chest, his heels digging into your mattress dangerously as he fucked up into you.
"yuuâ yuuJI pleaseplease pleâ fucking fucâ" your voice grew in pitch, unresolved tears falling down your face as his hands fondled your tits, tugging and tweaking the nipples to his liking, and your own familiar fingers toyed with your clit.
how could he go on for so fucking long? jesus fucking christ.
"i play varsi- fuck varsity," he answered softly, "this is nothin' for me."
he pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his cock split you apart for the nth time and you fell apart on top of the man who claimed to love you more than he loved life and reason itself.
"don't." his voice grew desperate, a hand coming to hold yours over your overstimulated, abused clit, "i didn- say you could stop, did i? keep going. please. one more. fuck. please."
"yuuji stopâ"
"âgive me one more, please."
"pleasepleasepleaseâ" you sobbed, your body arching off of him as he brought you to another one orgasm. you eyes rolled back into your skull, a bit of drool dangerously on your bottom lip, and your body went slack so as to let him do as he pleased.
your cunt gushed on his dick, spraying you both in your juices he thrusted into one last time, spilling into your overfilled pussy all over again with a breathless string of pants and moans.
the quarterback collapsed backwards onto your bed with you on top of him. he reluctantly pushed the weight of your sweaty body off of him, and instinctively pressed another kiss to your head.
his hand came up to push back the sweaty hair strands that stuck to you like second skin, and to thumb at the furious blush on your cheeks. your eyes fluttered upwards at him, you barely managing a smile, "thankyou."
"for what?" he turned to his side, taking every feature of you in with a small smile. a beat passed him by in the serene room before he found his heart weighing heavily and lodging itself between his lungs.
"you're so pretty" he found himself mumbling, "i wish i- i wish i could..." but he caught himself before he could make a fool of himself and confess to a passed out girl. he bit the inside of his cheek. maybe it was better if he just left wordlessly. "nothing."
you were asleep. he knew that. but then why did you snuggle closer and whispered a soft, "i love you."
"âhuH?!" any and all sanity left the jock at this point. his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared down your softly snoring form, "what did you just say?"
but you said nothing, still softly snoring in your goddamn sleep and yuuji felt like he was going insane. did you say it??? did he imagine it??? is this a punishment from the devil (sukuna) itself??? what was real anymore? was he real???
and hey what does a panicked twenty year old does when faced with the possible conundrum of his crush of fifteen years having feelings for him?? he runs.
yuuji itadori never had put on his clothes faster than he did right this moment. hastily putting one leg into the sweats and then another, he dashed to make his way to the door. before stepping out, he looked back at you one last time.
fuck itadori, are you dumb?! she doesn't love you like that. it's the post-sex hormones. his consciousness begged in the voice of megumi fushiguro, which was a bit concerning cause was the voice of reason in his head megumi fushiguro?!
but that was not the issue at hand right now. his voice of reason could be questioned another time. right now? running. yes, that was the plan.
the lock softly clicked and he stepped out into the living room before closing the door ever so slowly behind him.
"done fucking?"
and yuuji's blood ran cold.
he whipped around to peer at a certain, tatted delinquent who was sat on the couch in the living room, "brother?"
"brother? huh?" sukuna laughed, the sound so chilling that yuuji felt his blood freeze ad turn into cement, "bringing out the formalities?"
yuuji's tongue got stuck in his throat and sukuna stood up slowly, holding up his hands in mock surrender, "she wouldn't pick up my calls, and i had a spare key. sorry if i'm fuckin imposing."
"'kuna," yuuji's voice was quiet, "it's not what he looks like."
"hm, it is not?" he flashed the younger itadori an amused smile, "ofcourse it is not. what do you think i think you both did?"
"fu-fucked?" the jock swallowed hard.
"bingo."
"i didn't." yuuji didn't know if he was begging for forgiveness, and if yes, then what for? for betraying sukuna's trust or for feeling satisfied that his brother knew of his conquests?
"you didn't? from what i heard, she seemed a little too happy in there." and now sukuna stood mere inches apart, his hand balled into a neat fist.
"kunâ" but yuuji's right cheek bore the fate of getting punched by sukuna.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND, YUUJI?"
the jock nursed his cheek, still reeling from the attack. but a certain flame came alive. he wasn't a fucking child. "YEAH, YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND."
sukuna looked at him in disbelief, "how fucking could you? she meaNS SHIT TO ME, YOU FUCKFACE."
"âSO DOES SHE TO ME."
the man stepped insanely closer, grabbing ahold of yuuji's hoodie's collar, "THEN WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU RUNNING AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW? HUH?"
the two boys heaved heavily, anger boiling hot through their veins. finally yuuji spat up, "she told me she loved me."
sukuna's grasp loosened, "what?"
"she fucking told me she loved me."
"and you're running?" sukuna looked at his brother with a strange look. disappointment, perhaps?
"i- it's a mistake. she doesn't." yuuji looked downwards, trying not to show his pain in his soft words, "and... i didn't want to fucking hurt you, asshole."
"so you're a coward?" the tatted man scoffed.
and yuuji pushed his brother back, "fuck you."
"no." sukuna's gaze hardened, "you fuck off, you stupid fucking dipshit. she told you she loves you, and you ran?"
"for fucks sake, sukuna" yuuji breathed in slowly, "i thought you'd be elated she probably doesn't."
"you fucked around with her for god knows how long, pretending i didn't know." sukuna stepped back, his words quieter.
"you knew?"
"i'm not dumb, of course i fucking knew." he paused, "and 'nichan told me."
"jesus fucking christ, 'nichan." yuuji looked down at the floors, "what now?"
"grow a pair, and actually ask her out."
"what?" the jock looked up, confused, "you- wait, you are saying i should ask her out?"
sukuna shrugged, "you've compromised her. you must follow through with the consequences."
"did you watch too much bridgerton? what the fuck is compromised??"
"i did, 'nichan made me watch it. pleasantly surprising, actually." and yuuji was immediately mentally slapped with the image of sukuna enjoying bridgerton.
"huh?" yuuji softly shook his head, "so... what? i like have your blessing or whatever to ask her out?"
the delinquent made a face of disgust, "i'm not a priest, what the fuck do you mean by blessing? yeah, just fucking ask her out."
"and what if she says no?"
"then i will remind you of your failure everyday in life."
yuuji looked at his brother awestruck, "thanks, kuna."
"don't. when you come back home, im gonna beat you to a pulp for fucking my best friend."
"i deserve it."
"fuck yeah, you do." the older itadori made his way to the main entrance, "go fix shit."
and as sukuna left through the door, itadori yuuji slipped back into your room, crawled back into bed with you, and held you close to his chest. softly, as a giddy smile overtook his features, he mumbled, "i love you too."
next morning you woke up next to a fully-clothed yuuji with a swollen right cheek.
"yuu?! why are you dressed?! and what the fuck happened to your cheek?!"
"i fell off your bed."
"what the actual fuck?!"
a/n: IM GENUINELY SO SORRY IF THIS SUCKS ASS, I GOT TOO MUCH INTO CHARACTER WRITING HELPPP!! i really hope it was atleast a fun read, and as i said it took me 4 days just to make it a bit coherent since i'm writing after so long. please forgive me and enjoy the meal. [sorry for any typos and such babes] tagging: @9rvm @jellibean2018 @peekawoocc @kingofthe-egirls @hugmevz [thankyou sm for sending in the request, i was already writing it here so i tagged you <3] misc.: divider by @plutism and header format by @si-eunnis plagiarism not authorized bitch.
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pairing: alex albon x f!reader
summary: alex spends the night of a concert dancing with a beautiful stranger, he remembers everything about her, from her outfit to what her favorite song was â well, except for her name.
genre: humour, fluff
authors note: dedicated to my fabulous đȘ anon for the most incredible idea (and also just being the most beautiful human being)
*faceclaim for y/n: yasmin wijnaldum (but please imagine her as you see fit)
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a/n: okayđ€ first post in a while. half written pre baby half written post. hopefully iâve still got it LMAO. off to finish some written bits / write a new oscar imagine idea i had over the month
will i ever stop this mclaren matchmaking saga? i donât think so
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crazy, baby
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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, reader is mean and jealous, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), mentions of breeding, one use of daddy, curse words
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if anyone else spoke to rafe the way you speak to him, they'd probably never be seen again.
but you're not anyone else, you're rafes sweet girlfriend, at least he sees you as sweet, everyone else sees you as equally intimidating as rafe, if not more so because of the power you hold over him.
ârafe, bring me a water.â you call, not looking up from your phone. rafe stands up quickly, heading into the kitchen and bringing you back a water, but not just any water, a freshly cracked open evian bottle.
âhere you go baby.â rafe hands you the water, and you don't even acknowledge him as you sip from it.
âdo you want to go to a party soon?â rafe asks, and you sigh dramatically at being interrupted, even though all you're doing is scrolling.
âis kelces annoying new girlfriend going to be there? i hate that bitch.â you scowl.
âi told topper that if she's there, we're not there so she was not invited.â rafe says, running his hand through the hair that falls on the side of your face.
âokay, yeah, let's go then.â you shrug, getting up and walking away from rafe to get dressed. you sift through your dresses, trying to decide what to wear before you settle on a tight black dress.
you put it on along with your heels before finding rafe.
âyou look so sexy, baby.â rafe groans, gripping your ass when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your lips together in a kiss.Â
âi know, i look hot.â you smirk, rafe nodding in agreement.
ânow let me go show my hot girlfriend off to everyone.â rafe says, making you roll your eyes, but a smile still slips through your cold exterior.
you listen to your favorite music in the car while rafe drives you. you complain to him about going so slow, causing him to rev the engine and increase his speed well over the limit as you howl with laughter.
âwhat do you want to drink, baby?â rafe asks as you enter the party, knowing he's tasked with keeping a cold drink in your hand throughout the whole night, not caring when he has to suddenly leave a conversation to get you a refill.
âmmm, just a white claw please.â you lean closer to rafe, as if you're going to whisper in his ear, but you don't lower your volume down, letting everyone hear your next words, âdon't want to get that drunk so i can remember how hard you fuck me tonight.â
rafe cups your cheek, moving your lips to his as he takes them in a hard kiss. âyou drive me fucking crazy baby girl.â
you grin, watching as rafe heads away to get your drink. you head further into the party, leaving rafe to find you as you greet a couple of your friends, stopping to talk to topper about the party.
âhere you go baby.â rafe finds you amongst the crowd, handing you the white claw, already opened, knowing you don't like to use your nails on the pop tabs.
ârafe, don't you think this music is pretty shit?â you question to rafe, but topper understands it's directed to him and stands up to change the song, knowing how you get when you're annoyed and not wanting to face your wrath.
you nod in approval when the music is changed from rap to more hip hop, knowing it's better for dancing and gloating to rafe how immediately the switch has more people heading to the makeshift dance floor on toppers patio.
âyou were right, baby, you're always right.â rafe hums in agreement, watching you finish off your white claw.
âim gonna go dance with my girls.â you tell rafe, giving him a kiss before heading off. rafe knows he doesn't have to give you permission or even worry about you, you truly don't have eyes for anyone else, all other guys piss you off except for rafe.
rafe smiles as he watches you leave, completely infatuated with you, only half listening to whatever topper is talking about.
you find the few girls that don't annoy you and hug them quickly before joining in their dancing, shoving one of their boyfriends away when he tries to dance up on his girlfriend. you have told her to break up with him so many times and wish she would finally just listen.
âdo you know the girl rafe is talking to?â one of your friends ask, but you don't even look to see who uttered the words as your head snaps to look at rafe, still in the same spot you left him, but there's a new girl in your place, some bottle blonde that has your blood boiling. she's talking her head off while rafe stands there disinterested, holding another white claw for you when you're done dancing.
âwhat the fuck?â you growl, stomping through the crowd to rafe. you smack the drink out of his hand, letting it spill all over the floor.
âbaby, what's wrong?â rafe questions, but you've already turned your attention to the girl.
âback off my boyfriend you whore.â you shout at her, rafe wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from physically fighting her. âhe would never go for an ugly slut like you anyways!âÂ
the girls eyes widen, rushing away from you and rafe as you turn to him in anger. âi walk away for a couple minutes and you start flirting with some other girl?â you shout.
âbaby, she was just talking to me and i wasn't even listening. calm down.â
ârafe cameron don't you dare tell me to calm down!â you yell, but rafe simply ignores your outburst, leaning down to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder. you shout and beat your fists against his back, but rafe keeps walking, heading upstairs as you groan.
âim mad at you, rafe.â you frown when he sets you down in one of the guest bedrooms.
âand im gonna make it up to you, baby. gonna fuck you, yeah?â rafe says, tugging the top of your dress down, revealing your tits to him.
âsince you wanna be a brat, im gonna fuck all the attitude out of you.â rafe shrugs, hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples.
âyou think you can just fuck me to make up for almost cheating?â you complain, but reach to grip rafes cock.
âi didn't almost cheat, you know that. i would never. you're my girl, my perfect girl. i only want you.â rafe leans forward, kissing you before you can argue back. âi love you sweetheart.â
you moan against rafes lips, feeling him harden under your fingertips. âi love you too.â you pull at rafes shirt, and he disconnects your lips to take it off. âim sorry for being jealous.â
âit's okay. clearly i haven't been taking care of you enough for you to get all pent up.â rafe says, tugging at the waist of your dress, pulling it up to reveal your small panties.
âturn around.â rafe commands, and for once you listen to him, bending over the bed and placing your hands on the comforter to stabilize yourself.
âwhy would i ever want another girl after having your pretty pussy?â rafe sinks to his knees behind you, rubbing his hands over your bum, giving it a light smack before tugging your underwear down your legs.
âeat me.â you say, and rafe moves quickly to shove his head between your legs, tongue and mouth working quickly over your pussy.
âfuck, right there.â you groan when rafe flicks over your clit. you angle your hips to give him even better access, his hands gripping your shaking thighs to keep you stable.
âm-more.â you whine, grinding your cunt down onto his face. rafe drags his tongue back through your folds until he reaches your hole, his tongue pushing in as he thrusts it in and out.
you moan loudly, not caring if anyone passing by can hear you. it's not the first time you've hooked up at a party, or even a party at toppers house. everyone knows how crazy you two are for each other.
âgive me your cock, rafe cameron.â you tell him, and rafe presses a kiss to your clit before standing up. you lean forwards, shaking your bum by swaying your hips side to side, enticing rafe as you hear him undoing his pants and dropping them to the ground.
you let out a whine when you feel his cock press against your entrance. he teases you there for a moment, making you wait, and just when you are about to shout for him to hurry it up, rafes hips push forward and he sinks his cock into you in one smooth motion.
âfuck!â rafe shouts, feeling your cunt squeezing him. he immediately starts to move, his cock hammering in and out of you as rafes large hands grip your hips. he pulls you back into him, but you don't even need the encouragement, rocking your body back and forth, moving in time with him.
the harsh slapping sound of your skin hitting each other each time echos around the room.
âfuck me faster, rafe.â you tell your boyfriend, who starts to buck his hips into yours, not fully pulling out before he pushes back in, wanting to stay buried deep inside of you as much as possible.
âlike that.â you moan appreciateivly.
âmy pretty girlfriend, moaning like a slut for me.â rafe smiles down at you, âso jealous just from seeing a girl stand near me, you're all mine. you love me so much.â
âi do love you rafe.â you say, his hands gripping your hips tighter at the declaration.
âand i love you more. fucking crazy about you, crazy about this pussy.â
âyeah?â you smirk. âgonna fill this pussy up?â
âof course baby, gonna put a baby in you, gonna make sure you can't leave me even when you threaten to.â rafe says, knowing two things: that you are on birth control and not actually able to get pregnant, and despite you often getting mad and saying you're going to leave him, that you are never going to.
âyes, daddy, fuck a baby into me.â you moan, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, already pulsing from rafes talented mouth.
âi hope everyone hears you moaning for me. im yours, baby, im yours.â rafe moans, throwing his head back as he can't hold back any longer, his cum spurting into you, causing your orgasm to overtake your body as well.
you collapse forward into the bed, unable to keep yourself up as rafe moves with you, keeping himself buried in your pussy.
âare you calm now?â rafe asks, making sure to carefully pull out of you, watching as his cum drips onto the comforter.
âi am.â you hum, eyes fluttering closed with your cheek pressed against the mattress.
âwant to go home and fuck some more or want to go back to the party?â rafe asks, getting himself redressed, handing you your underwear when you finally sit up.
âmmm, party for like half an hour so everyone can see how fucked out we both look than home for more.â you say, putting your panties back on and readjusting your dress, leaving the bed a mess for topper or more likely his family maid to take care of.
âyou're crazy, baby.â rafe laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
âand don't you forget it.â
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connection | one direction comfort oneshot
summary: one direction are your best friends and how can you ever tell them thank you for everything.
warnings: not a single one, just feel good comforting one direction. we need it.
a/n: this one is for everyone who needs it.
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âIâm glad you guys are homeâ
âY/N, none of us live anywhere near here.â Louis snorts the second your sappy voice echos in the lounge room. Not one of them lives here, but to you, this is their home
A mug of tea is hot against you palms, the room smells of sweet treats and is light only by warm lamplight.
A sigh cascades from your lungs, your head leant against Harryâs shoulder.
âLet the girl have her moment, Louis.â You hear Zayn chide with a smile on his face as he leans forward from where heâs rested on the couch to grab a cookie.
âThis movies made me all sentimental.â You grumble, trying to now suppress the feeling swelling in your chest.
You glance around to the five guys laid in your lounge room. Your five best friends in the whole world.
Highschool is messy for everyone, and your experience was no different. God, if you hadnât have met all of them, you have no idea how you wouldâve ever survived.
Zayn in folded into the corner of your massive couch, despite how much room there is.
Louis the one whoâs randomly claimed a spot on the floor, cushion under his ass even though again, thereâs more than enough space on the couch.
Liam is sprawled out on your left, legs and arms hanging off the edge. A smile sits on his lips, content and at peace.
Harry is nestled on your right, allowing your head to seek refuge on his shoulder. Heâs made sure heâs close enough to Niall to annoy him every couple of minutes.
Niall is cross-legged on the couch, mug of tea in hand, blonde hair tousled from Harry messing it up ten minutes ago for the fun of it.
âYou guys are what brings life into this place.â You state, finality in your tone as your eyes avert back to the screen.
âAwww,â Niall coos, Harry whacks him across the head.
âOuch! Bloody hell was thaâ for, I was being genuine you dolt.â Everyone chuckles, watching his hand come to cover his head.
âOh, sorry thought ya were being sarcastic.â Harry snickers from beside you, chest vibrating in a familiar way.
âWhile these two idiots argue, I am appreciating your sentiment, Y/N.â Liam claims from where he lays, flashing a toothy grin at you.
âI justâŠâ wow, are you seriously getting emotional over this? Surely itâs your hormones, or just stress manifesting into big feelings. But you canât even get the sentence out without the feeling of a lump in your throat.
The sway in your voice draws all five of them to a silence.
They wait patiently for you to say something else.
âYou all are my people. Having fun at home is not the same when youâre not all here. And when I go out without you all, I imagine the stupid shit youâd do to make me laugh.â
Bringing the mug in your hand to your lips, you draw a sip of tea into your mouth. Taking comfort in the sweetness.
âMy house does not feel like home unless Iâm in it with you five. Youâre all like my family. I wouldnât know where to begin tackling my life if I didnât have you boys showing me how to do it.â
âYâcanât tackle anything or anyone for shit tâbe fair.â Niall remarks, trying to be funny but you can hear the appreciation that floods his tone.
âShut up, Niall.â Liam shakes his head, smiling.
âEveryday, I thank whatever greater power that bought you guys to me. I couldnât even begin to imagine a day where I didnât know you all. And itâs something I hope I never have to live.â
âWhat im trying to say is thank you. For being my best friends.â
Thereâs a few seconds of quiet.
You have been like this with them before, usually when youâre about to get your period, when youâre drunk, or had a big thing happen in your life. But right now they all just didnât expect it.
âNo way, Louis are you crying!â Harry laughs, but thereâs a soft and vulnerable lilt to his own voice.
âShut up, ya prick.â He whines, hand cupping over his eyes and dragging down in exasperation.
At a glance, you realise theyâre all crying.
âOh god,â you gasp, guilt plaguing your voice, âsorry I didnât mean to make everyone so emosh.â
âEmosh.â Liam mocks your choice of word with a soft tease, eyes shiny.
âYea, girl. I need forewarning before you go dropping all that on me.â Zayn states, finishing the last bite of his cookie.
âWe appreciate you more than yâknow.â Niall drapes himself over Harry to half embrace you, half squash you.
As anyone would imagine, doesnât take longer than three seconds for them all to be joining this impromptu group hug.
âCanât breatheââ you hissed out. Someoneâs knee is digging into your hip, someone just headbutted you, and again, your whole diaphragm is squished.
Yet despite all of this, youâve never felt so loved. You feel so much of it, almost like itâs imbedded in your bones.
âDonât care!â Louis remarks, âyour fault for dragging us all into your sentimental crap.â
âThanks for being our best friend too, yknow.â A hum comes from Liam.
The hug doesnât last too long, but long enough that when you eventually go to bed that night youâve imprinted it in your memory.
How are there ever going to be words to explain how it feels to have a connection like this. One with people that you donât see everyday, but that you feel always. Itâs proven it can stretch a million miles and still feel the same.
These boys are your lifeline, and nothing in the world could change that.
Oh, how grateful you are.
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